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[Steve Bear Commission]

Steve stood outside the head vicar's office, the big, chubby bear dressed in his usual priestly robes, his glasses perched atop his muzzle and his hairy belly hanging out the bottom of his robes, a patch of neatly combed black hair resting between his round, ursine ears. He looked out over the church-goers sitting on their pews - mass was over for that day but the church still had visitors seeking sanctuary their, to pray or to spend time in the soothing atmosphere. The confessional doors were closed, another priest currently soothing some troubled individual.

He was waiting for the head vicar to show up. The big pig had been off lately and Steve could tell that something was on his mind, and so he decided to check in on him to make sure everything was okay and to offer some friendly advice to him. He was only waiting outside the office for a few minutes before the vicar returned, Steve raising a hand and greeting the porcine as he approached.

"'Afternoon, Jacob," Steve gave a broad smile.

"Oh, good afternoon," Jacob smiled back, unlocking his office with a sigh. "Is everything in order."

"You tell me," said Steve. "You've been distracted lately. I just wanted to see if you were alright." Jacob gave a noticeable pause before answering.

"I'm... fine..." he sighed again and stepped into his office, gesturing for Steve to follow him.

"Well, I suppose there's something on my mind," said the pig, going over to his desk and plopping himself down.

"What's on your mind?" Steve asked.

"It's just stress," Jacob sat back in his chair which groaned under him and his weight, his own dark-haired belly poking out from the bottom of his robes. Steve gave that soft, pudgy thing a few glances, unable to help himself. "The stress of my job and such. Sometimes I wonder if... ah, nevermind."

"Hm? What?" Steve asked curiously. "Don't worry, it's just us two hear. You can talk to me; even you need someone to listen to you sometimes, don't you?"

"I suppose," Jacob gave a soft shrug. "Sometimes I wonder if maybe being head vicar is too much for me. Working as a priest was much simpler, far less stressful. Ah, I shouldn't be talking like this. My job is what it is and I should accept it." Steve sat back and mulled over the pig's words, smiling warmly at his companion before speaking up.

"You are a very talented, skilled and intelligent person," he said. "The church has done very well under your leadership." He paused and then added, "However... maybe it's time you let someone else take over. You're clearly unhappy as head vicar. Maybe you should pass the torch."

"Do you really think so?" Jacob asked. "I'm not sure. I feel like I'd be letting everybody down. A lot of our visitors, and our own priests for that matter, look up to me for guidance..."

"I'm sure they wouldn't want you stressing yourself," said Steve. He paused and then hoisted himself out of his chair with a grunt, slowly circling around the desk as he spoke. "If you can't do the job then there's nothing wrong with dropping down to being a regular priest. You should give the job to someone more capable. Someone who won't let themselves stress too much over it." He stepped up behind the pig, gently reaching down and placing his hands on his shoulders. Jacob gave out a soft, shaky sigh when he felt those big, strong bear hands rubbing at him.

Steve's soft, gentle voice flowed into his ears, his words lodging themselves in his mind.

"You... think I should quit?" he asked, shivering as Steve's fingers kneaded his shoulders.

"Not quit, exactly," said Steve. "Just let someone else take over the role as head vicar. You said it yourself, the job is stressing you out far too much."

"It... is..." Jacob nodded slowly.

"You're very talented, like I said," said Steve. "But some people just aren't cut out for certain things. You make an excellent priest, but it seems your current duties have gotten on top of you a bit." He kept rubbing at Jacob's shoulders, the pig going limp as his body relaxed. Jacob's nose twitched a bit when the bear's powerful body scent wafted into them, the pig getting a big sniff of Steve's musk.

"I... think you're right," Jacob said, the scent of the bear's musk strong enough to make his head spin. "Maybe I should let someone else head the church. I'm certainly not fit to do so."

"Oh, don't be so hard on yourself," said Steve, his big belly prodding at the back of Jacob's head, fingers still working at those tense piggy shoulders. "No use beating yourself up over it. Say, how about you come over to my place tonight? We can talk about it more."

"I think I'd like that," Jacob nodded.

"Let me write down my address for you," Steve looked around and grabbed a pen and paper from nearby, the pig giving out a barely audible whine when he felt those hands leaving his shoulders.

"Oh, um..." Jacob spoke up, cheeks blushing pink. He looked away. "Don't stop..." was what he wanted to say, but he couldn't bring himself to say it. Steve's hands had felt so good on his shoulders, he had started to really relax; a few more moments of it and he would have even started to drool, but the pig figured it was a bit inappropriate to ask a fellow priest for a shoulder rub, and so he reluctantly kept quiet.

Steve hastily scribbled his address down and passed it over to the vicar.

"What time should I arrive?" Jacob asked.

"Let's say... seven or so tonight?" Steve smiled.

"So late?" Jacob tilted his head.

"Something wrong?"

"N-not at all," Jacob said quickly. "Seven it is then."

"Good. I look forward to it." Steve gave the pig a warm smile and turned to leave. "Well, I have my priestly duties to return to. You come find me if you need to talk more, won't you?"

"O-of course," Jacob nodded, watching the big bear leave, that massive rump jiggling about in his pants as he walked. The pig coughed to himself nervously, taking the bear's address in his shaking hand and then looking down at himself, specifically the hard, twitching tent he was sporting in his priest's trousers. He gulped, "Get thee behind me, Satan..."

That night Steve found himself checking the time, sitting casually on his couch, still dressed in his robes with a fat cigar stuck in his mouth, puffing away at it and patiently waiting for his piggy guest. It was only ten to seven, Steve figured he'd be waiting just a tiny bit longer for Jacob to arrive and was still puffing away at his cigar when he heard a knock on the door. He smirked to himself; looked like Jacob was eager. He placed his smouldering cigar down in the ashtray and went to answer the door, smiling wide and welcoming the nervous-looking porcine who stood on his apartment's doorstep.

"Punctual as ever!" Steve smiled and welcomed the vicar in. The smell of cigar smoke hit him like a truck, the pig's snout twitching and turning up at the powerful smell. Steve led him into the living room where the two sat down on the couch, Steve taking a casual, laid back look, resting back against the couch cushions after taking his cigar again and starting to puff on it.

"I've been thinking about what we talked about," said Jacob.

"Have you made a decision?" asked Steve, slowly blowing out some warm cigar smoke towards the pig's nostrils, Jacob scowling a bit as it invaded his nostrils.

"I'm... still not sure," Jacob said. "I'm not even sure who I'd pass the position of head vicar down to if I were to quit."

"Is that right?" Steve smirked, shuffling closer to the vicar and swinging an arm around the porcine's shoulders. Jacob looked up into his eyes, the combined and overwhelming stench of Steve's musk and cigar smoke assaulted him, washing over his face and flooding his nose, numbing his mind and making his vision blur slightly.

"I'm sure there's someone you'd consider taking your place," Steve said, taking a deep inhale of his cigar and letting the smoke blow over Jacob's face. The pig coughed and waved the smoke away. He opened his mouth to protest the bear's heavy smoking; Jacob had always considered it a filthy habit, something priests shouldn't even partake in considering how people look up to them, but Steve was a good friend and a talented priest, so he'd mostly overlooked his smoking. Steve raised an eyebrow when he noted the disapproving look on Jacob's face, but all that came out of the piggy's mouth was an uncertain croaking noise.

"Did I ever tell you about these special brand of cigars?" Steve asked. "My favourite brand, in fact. I smoke them every day. I find that people are a lot more receptive once they get a good whiff of this smoke. What do you think?" He blew another puff of smoke into Jacob's nostrils and the pig quickly found his mind becoming cloudy and unfocused. He absent-mindedly nodded to the big bear, sitting there with an increasingly blank look on his face.

"S...Steve... I, um... What was I saying?" Jacob looked around, confused, as if he wasn't sure where he was.

"You were about to decide who to make head vicar, remember?" More idle puffs from Steve's cigar, Jacob almost squirming underneath him as the scents and smells invaded him. "The job is far too stressful for you. It's better if you let someone else take over. Someone responsible and altruistic; someone like...?" Jacob hesitated, looking up into Steve's eyes, the ursine bearing down on him, a wide grin on his face and his arm still firmly wrapped around Jacob's shoulders.

"Y-you?" Jacob finally spoke up. "Would you replace me, Steve?"

"Oh! Well, that's quite a step up from a regular old priest!" Steve gave a chuckle. "But, well, if you insist! I'd be more than happy to take your job!"

"Thank you, Steve," Jacob said. "You've always been a good friend."

"I know, I know," Steve chuckled, nonchalantly breathing more smoke, their vision slightly obscured by the sheer amount of the stuff filling the air at this point; no windows or doors open, nowhere for the smoke to escape to.

"So," Steve smirked. "I suppose this makes me your superior now."

"I... s-suppose so," Jacob nodded.

"Well then..." Steve placed a hand on Jacob's shoulder and pulled him close. The smell of Steve's musk grew strong as Jacob was pulled towards him and the pig's snout gave a twitch in response. Steve spoke up in a low, deep tone, "I guess that makes you my bitch, hm?"

"Y-your...?"

"You heard me," Steve growled, glaring down at the trembling pig, still holding his cigar in one hand. Jacob stared back at him; there was something about Steve that suddenly seemed... different. There was suddenly an oppressive, domineering feel to the bear's presence, a feel that washed over Jacob and almost had him cowering under Steve's gaze.

Slowly, Steve placed his cigar back into the ashtray and then placed his hand on Jacob's leg. Jacob gulped, unsure and confused, but not moving away in the least.

"If I'm your superior," Steve said. "Then I want you to submit to me." Jacob gave a pitiful whine in response.

"I... c-can't... The church - we made a vow of celibacy..."

"Your body doesn't seem to care," Steve smirked, suddenly bringing his hand towards Jacob's crotch and groping the hardened package he had there. Jacob yelped in surprise, gasping out and squirming, his hardness straining against the inside of his robes.

"Steve, s-stop..." Jacob grunted, squirming in the bear's grip, his hips instinctively bucking up into the ursine's grip.

"Come here," Steve growled, still squeezing at his companion's crotch and leaning forward. Jacob felt like he should pull away; he felt like he should resist, but instead he just found himself sitting there in shock, staring into Steve's eyes as the bear locked lips with him and drove his tongue into the pig's mouth, the two males huffing and gasping as they began to kiss. Jacob gave out a whine, the taste of cigar now invading his mouth as Steve's tongue flitting about inside him, tickling against his own while Steve kept rubbing and stroking at the bulge in Jacob's robes.

"Mrrph!" Jacob gasped around Steve's lips, a damp patch already appearing inside his underwear from the pre leaking from the tip of his raging hard on. He'd never felt this way before, let alone for another man. He felt a primal need welling up inside him, his body growing warm, hot even. He couldn't think straight and his body moved almost by itself, his hand moving over to stroke at Steve's hulking, chubby body. The bear gave approving growls when he felt the pig touching him and returning the kiss, their tongues dancing and their spit mixing.

Jacob found his hand growing bolder and moving down Steve's body, quickly finding the increasingly hard bulge that he too was packing. Steve's growling grew louder when he felt the pig groping him and he started grinding his hips against Jacob's palm while the two kept kissing each other deeply. Their lips made loud, wet, smacking noises as they slurped at each other, hands grabbing and squeezing their crotches, Steve's cock quickly growing to full mast in his pants, twitching and throbbing eagerly.

They pulled back and Jacob gasped out, a shocked look on his face; shocked at what they were doing and shocked at himself for barely even protesting.

"W-we shouldn't be doing this," he whined.

"But we're going to anyway," Steve smirked. He practically lunged for the pig, grabbing and pulling at his clothes. Jacob gasped but didn't fight back; he even found himself groping at Steve's clothes himself, the two big, hulking males yanking each other's clothes off, Jacob whimpering and panting, his big, hairy pig belly flopping out into the open as his robes were torn from him. He knew he should put a stop to this but his body was still acting automatically, his mind hazy and confused; too confused even to wonder what in the world was in that cigarette smoke that would numb his mind so much and make him act in ways he never even dreamed of.

Steve tossed their clothes to the side, their cocks springing to attention as they were freed of their pants. Steve straddled Jacob's body, pinning him to the couch and rubbing their hard, fat cocks together. Jacob was sweating, his forehead glistening as he looked down and gulped at the sight of Steve's hardness, grinding against his own girth, the two cocks twitching and throbbing, desperate for attention.

Steve leaned in close, bringing his mouth close to Jacob's ear, his hand grabbing the pig's hardness tight, squeezing it and making Jacob squirm and writhe under him.

"Bend over for me," Steve growled. Jacob jumped to action almost immediately, Steve pulling back so that the panting and whimpering pig could get himself into position, bending over the back of the couch and pushing his ass out, presenting his fat, hairy rump to his superior. Steve smirked and licked his lips, drawing close and smacking his hands onto those plump cheeks, squeezing and groping at them, fingers kneading Jacob's chubby ass and making him moan softly.

Steve's cock twitched, leaking pre in anticipation of taking the now ex-vicar's ass. Jacob looked over his shoulder, a desperate, pleading look on his face.

"Fuck me," he whimpered, will broken and defeated. "F-fuck me, please..."

"Heh... Gladly," Steve chuckled, his grip on Jacob's ass tightening and his hips pushing forward, his cock sliding past those chubby cheeks and his cock head grinding against Jacob's fuckhole. Jacob gave another whine, gripping onto the back of the sofa and bracing himself before Steve thrust forward and speared him on that fat slab of hard bear meat.

"Ahh! Oh fuck!" Jacob cried out, his voice taking a deep, guttural tone that even he himself had never heard it take. He squirmed and moaned, his cock staining the couch with his pre as Steve drove in deep, quickly ramming everything he had inside Jacob's hairy ass. He soon hilted inside of him, hips pressing firmly against those soft cheeks. He didn't remain hilted for long however; he quickly drew out and thrust forward again, ploughing into Jacob's piggy ass and swiftly breeding him, eliciting loud, trembling cries from his bitch. His strong bear hips pistoned back and forth, slamming hard against Jacob's body with every ruthless forward thrust that he gave.

The sounds of their combined moaning filled the room as Steve went to town on Jacob's fuckhole, his member hitting the pig's prostate with every push and forcing powerful surges of pleasure throughout Jacob's body.

"Oohh! Steve!" Jacob cried out.

"Ah, I'm your superior now, remember?" Steve grunted, still not letting up on his fucking. "Call me Sir."

"Ahh! Mmm! S-Sir! I need your cock, Sir!" Jacob's voiced filled the room, echoing in Steve's ears. The pig's vision was hazy and he was moving completely on autopilot. He was barely in control of himself. He stayed bent over like that, begging for his superior's cock, pressing back and letting that huge bear dick slam into him deep and hard.

It had been so long since Jacob had felt anything like this. He hadn't even masturbated since he made his vow of celibacy all those years ago. So many years without cumming, and now there he was, bent over and taking Steve's cock up his ass. His body was tensing, his balls throbbing. He was wide-eyed - he could feel his body preparing to unload as the pummelling to his sweet spot continued. He clenched his teeth, grunting loudly until he couldn't hold back anymore. Tilting his head up he gave out a quivering cry of pleasure, Steve's fucking quickly pushing him over the edge and causing him to erupt all over the couch. His fat, hairy cock pulsed with each stream of cum that he shot.

"Oh, lord!" Jacob cried out, his whole body shaking in the throes of his orgasm, cock pumping load after load out as Steve kept breeding and using him. Jacob soon collapsed over the back of the couch, groaning and panting, sweat dripping from his body and his ass still stuffed with cock.

"Good boy," Steve growled, hips still pistoning back and forth, his own cock ready to fill that piggy ass full of cum. He moved harder and faster, eliciting more moans from his bitch, his bear balls bouncing to and fro as he moved. "You want my cum, little bitch?"

"Yes!" Jacob cried out. "I n-need it! Cum in my, Sir, please!" He clenched down on Steve's shaft, face scrunching up from the effort he had to give to take all of Steve's dick up his ass.

Steve's growling intensified, body going tense and his balls preparing to unload. He pulled Jacob back and thrust forward, shoving everything he had up the pig's ass and driving himself to climax. He roared with pleasure, fingers digging into those hairy cheeks as he unloaded inside the ex-vicar's asshole. Jacob could feel the stuff splattering across his insides, painting the walls of his passage, Steve still ploughing him until he'd exhausted his load.

Growling, he slowly slid his dick out of Jacob's ass, the pig going limp and panting, leaking cum and groaning loudly. He was exhausted from the brutal fucking he'd just gotten, his cherry as broken as his vow of celibacy. Steve sat down next to him, grabbing his cigar and puffing on it casually, his leaking cock softening between his legs now that he'd emptied his nuts inside Jacob's fuckhole. Nothing like a good cigar after breeding a good, tight ass.

"I suppose that settles it," said Steve. "From now on, I'll be the head vicar. Your superior."

"Y...Yes, Sir," Jacob whimpered in response, ass still sore. There was a brief moment of silence before Steve spoke up again, snapping his fingers and gesturing to his cock, ordering the pig to clean it of any excess jizz. Jacob crawled off the sofa and obediently knelt down between his legs, slurping and licking at the bear dick while Steve just sat there with his cigar.

"This is going to be good," Steve smirked.

***********

Steve was quick to make himself comfortable in his office the next day, plopping himself down in what was once Jacob's chair and sitting back.

"Comfy!" he chuckled. "Now, time to relax." He pulled a bag of cigars from his pocket and lit one up before checking his phone in his free hand. "Lunar won't believe this." Casually sitting at his new desk, Steve opened up his texts and sent one to his good buddy; a tanuki by the name of Lunar Nook.

"I have a surprise for you," he sent.

"What is it?" The reply came moments later.

"Are you free? Come by the church when you can. Head vicar's office."

"Sure, I guess. Be there in a bit."

"You won't be disappointed." Steve ended his text with a winky face and pocketed his phone just as he heard a knock on his door.

"Come in!" Steve called. The door opened and in stepped Jacob, a bashful, embarrassed look on his face.

"I wanted to see how you were doing," he gulped.

"Me? I'm doing just fine!" Steve laughed. "The church is going to see quite a few improvements now that I'm in charge, let me tell you."

"O-okay, um, i-if you're settling in well then I guess I'll just go and-"

"Wait a moment," Steve said. "Come over here." Jacob gave him an unsure look but did as he was told. On Steve's order he stepped around the desk, standing by the bear's side as he turned his chair to face him, his legs spread wide. "Kneel," he ordered.

"Kneel?" Jacob echoed.

"You heard me," Steve growled at the pig, glaring up at the degraded porcine who gave a submissive whine and did as he was told. He knelt down between Steve's legs, the musk wafting from the ursine's crotch hitting him like a truck. A shocked look spread across his face as Steve nonchalantly tugged his pants down and let his cock loose once more, presenting it to the pig.

"You can suck me while I work," he said.

"W-what? I can't!" Jacob gasped. "N-not here, not in the church! That's sacrilege!"

"Jacob," Steve growled, a puff of thick smoke escaping his lips and dancing into Jacob's nostrils. "Who's in charge here, hm?" Jacob stared at the cock presented to him, blushing deeply when he realized that his mouth had started to water. It looked so hot; so tempting and so juicy. Without even realizing it he'd brought his mouth closer to the fat thing, lips parted to take it inside him. "That's better," Steve grunted, smacking his dick across Jacob's face.

He sat there, enjoying the cock sucking he was getting. Jacob still had Steve's cock in his mouth when there came another knock at the door; this time it was Steve's tanuki buddy, Lunar.

"Hey, that was quick!" Steve chuckled. "Glad you could make it."

"So, uh... You're head vicar now?" asked Lunar, the brown-furred tanuki stepping up to Steve's desk, still oblivious to the pig still sucking on Steve's dick, though he did wonder what that weird slurping sound was.

"Sure am!" Steve smirked. "The last vicar decided he wasn't quite up for the job." He gestured to the pig between his legs and Lunar moved to see what was going on down there, gasping in shock when he saw Jacob with a mouthful of dick.

"What the-?" Lunar hesitated, mouth hanging open, eyes locked on what was happening in front of him.

"Lunar," Steve grinned. "The plan's coming along nicely." It took Lunar a moment to realize what he was talking about.

"That thing you mentioned the other week?" he asked.

"You remember, right?" asked Steve. "I said I wanted to take over the church... so I started with the head vicar. Now he's just my bitch." He gave a wicked chuckle and pet his slut on the head. "I'm still working on the rest of the church, but becoming head vicar's a good start, don't you think?"

"I can't believe you're actually going through with this," said Lunar.

"Of course I am," Steve gave a shrug. "Did you think I was joking? I was dead serious; I'm going to own this church and everyone in it."

There were a few moments where the only noise in the room was the sound of Jacob's mouth eagerly and hungrily working at Steve's cock, slurping and suckling on it while Lunar stood nearby watching.

"I want you in on it," Steve eventually said. "You're a good buddy, and you're smart and you work hard. You'd make a good right hand man, I think." He'd told Lunar this before, back when he was still putting his plan together, but the tanuki had wanted no part in it. He thought it was crazy; insane, not to mention immoral... And yet, it seemed like Steve was doing well for himself. Not only had he gotten a promotion, he'd also gained a loyal bitch willing to suck his dick on a moment's notice.

"I'm still not sure," Lunar said, shuffling about a bit and rubbing the back of his neck.

"What's the problem?" asked Steve. "The pay's good, the work's good... I'll let you borrow my slut here..."

"Well... I..." Lunar hesitated. In all honesty, part of why he originally refused to help with Steve's plan was that he just couldn't imagine it working. It was the kind of plan you'd only see in science fiction or fantasy, and yet there was Steve, sitting in the head vicar's chair...

As Lunar considered it, Steve took the time to take a good, long inhale of his cigar before slowly letting the thick smoke trickle into the air, Lunar's nose twitching as the stuff filled his nostrils; such a powerful, overwhelming smell. Lunar had plenty of smoker friends but there was just something particularly potent about Steve's cigars.

"Maybe I can convince you," said Steve. He looked down at Jacob, "Alright, take five. Go do some actual priest work and leave me alone with my buddy."

Jacob pulled the dick out of his mouth, "B-but-"

"Now!" Steve ordered. Jacob gave an intimidated yelp and scrambled to his feet, hurrying out of the room with his erect dick bouncing in his pants. Now alone with the tanuki, Steve turned his attention fully to his good friend.

"It won't be too long before every member of the church is like that," said Steve. "All obeying me, addicted to my cock."

"It... does seem to be working out for you," said Lunar. "I'm just surprised is all. At the very least I expected it to be a few months or, hell, even years before you actually managed to achieve anything with this."

"Ha, don't underestimate me," Steve scoffed. "Now, come here, buddy. I know exactly what'll convince you to join me."

"Y...Yeah...?" Lunar gave him an odd look but found himself stepping closer despite how apprehensive he was.

"Steve...?" Lunar looked down as the bear reached forward and grabbed hold of his pants, the tanuki gasping when he felt them tugged down to his ankles, along with his boxers. "Steve, wait! We've been over this, you know I don't think about you like th-"

"Shhh," Steve growled, placing his cigar down nearby and placing both hands on the tanuki's thick hips. "Don't complain, just enjoy it."

"But..." Lunar whined, staring in shock as Steve leaned forward, opening up wide before taking that tanuki dick inside him. Lunar grunted and squirmed, a hand instinctively going to grip Steve's head, his body shivering as the ursine's thick, wet tongue began flitting across his manhood.

Steve brought his hands around, gripping Lunar's cheeks firmly, getting more gasps from the tanuki as his fingers dug into his fuzzy, dark-furred rump.

"S...Steve... Unnnf!" Lunar gasped, one hand on Steve's head and the other on the desk nearby for support, his legs starting to wobble slightly as Steve pleasured him. They both looked at each other, eyes meeting, Steve with a domineering, teasing look on his face while Lunar's cheeks burned bright pink, bashful and embarrassed. They were good friends, always had been, but Lunar had never really considered Steve in a sexual way... But something felt different about him now. There was something about his presence, something powerful and dominating, something that asserted his control over the situation.

Lunar's breath became shaky, more so when he felt a thing bear finger slipping between his furry cheeks and pressing against his hole. He felt himself hardening in Steve's mouth, his shaft twitching against that soft tongue while Steve kept sucking and licking at him. Lunar bucked his hips forward and started humping into Steve's maw, looking down at him and unable to stop himself.

"Mrrrrr," Steve growled around the shaft, the cock in his mouth growing harder and longer inside him until Lunar was at full hardness, throbbing and pulsing. Steve began bobbing his head up and down the length, moaning around it and still looking up into Lunar's needy eyes.

Steve kept grinding his finger against Lunar's hole as he sucked long and hard on that girthy tanuki dick, the tip of his digit threatening to penetrate Lunar's ass at any second.

"W...ait..." Lunar managed to squeak. "N-not my ass- nghh!" He grunted through clenched teeth when Steve thrust a finger inside him, completely ignoring the tanuki's breathless begging and jamming it in good and deep. Lunar could feel his hole being stretched by that fat finger, the thing jamming in good and hard into his rump, flitting around inside him and giving his hole a good, painful stretching. Lunar writhed about but didn't pull away. He kept standing there, gripping Steve's head and scrunching up his face as he was sucked and fingered, his ass already sore from the penetration it was getting.

Lunar panted and huffed, cock leaking into Steve's maw, the bear slurping and licking it all up, gulping the salty fluids down as he kept sucking on his friend's dick. His finger jostled around inside the tanuki's rump, pressing against his walls until Steve found what he was looking for, his finger pressing against Lunar's prostate and making the tubby tanuki cry out.

"Fuck!" he gasped, the grip on Steve's head tightening. His cock was pouring pre onto Steve's tongue, much to the horny bear's approval. He savoured Lunar's taste, swishing the pre around in his mouth before swallowing it, his head still working fervently up and down the hard, girthy shaft.

Lunar trembled and quivered, biting his lower lip while his hips worked back and forth, moving along with Steve's bobbing and thrusting his leaky cock down Steve's eager throat. Lunar moaned with pleasure, his balls going tense, his movements fast and erratic.

"S...teve...!! Oh, fuck!" Lunar cried out, thrusting forward, unable to contain himself; he fired his load into Steve's waiting maw, groaning loudly, his legs shaking so hard he thought they were going to give out. Steve took it all, expertly taking the tanuki's cum into his mouth and swallowing every drop.

"Mrrrr!" Steve gave a lustful growl, gulping down ever stream of jizz that Lunar had to offer until the tanuki's big, heavy nuts had been thoroughly milked.

Steve pulled out and popped his finger from Lunar's ass, getting a soft grunt from him as his hole was freed.

"You taste real good," Steve looked up at him, smacking his lips and licking them clean of any cum that might have seeped out the sides of his mouth.

"I didn't know y-you were so good with your mouth," Lunar panted.

"I'm good at a lot of things," Steve winked. He sat back, taking his dick in his hand and giving it a few tugs. "Now, are you going to return the favour?"

"Oh... Um..." Lunar was hesitant, looking down at the intimidatingly sized cock.

"Come on," Steve smirked. "I promise I'll be gentle."

"I... guess it wouldn't be fair if I didn't," Lunar said, coughing a bit as the cigar smoke invaded his lungs. Slowly, tentatively, he kneeled down in front of Steve, staring at the cock presented to him.

"Just open your mouth and suck," Steve instructed, sitting back and aiming his rod at the tanuki.

Lunar moved forward, opening up and licking across the leaking head, taking in a deep, slow breath as the taste covered his tongue. As Steve instructed, he opened his mouth and took the head of that twitching cock inside him, lips wrapping around it and tongue licking all over. Steve let his buddy get used to his cock for a moment before kicking things up a bit. He moved forward, grabbing Lunar by the shoulders and pushing him to the ground, the furry male gasping in surprise, the cock still lodged inside him.

"Relax," Steve smirked. "It'll be a whole lot more uncomfortable if you don't."

"Mrrph?!" Lunar gave a shocked groan, his vision obscured by Steve's crotch as the bear thrust down into him, trapping Lunar between himself and the floor, his cock pistoning deep down Lunar's throat.

Lunar chokced and gasped, whining under Steve's strong, chubby body, his throat being violated by that huge, throbbing cock.

"Just relax," Steve growled, hips pounding at Lunar's face, his cock making the tanuki's throat bulge as he used it. "What kind of right hand man can't even take a bit of cock down his throat, hm?"

"Urrrph!" Lunar groaned, writhing under Steve's hulking form, though he wasn't resisting. His body had already started to enjoy the taste, the overwhelming musk wafting from Steve's form making his head spin and his mouth water. He grew needy and lustful; it was as if the taste and cock and the scent of bear had triggered some kind of addiction inside him. He lay on the floor, lips still firmly wrapped around Steve's maleness, mouth sucking and slurping at it while Steve fucked his face.

Steve's balls smacked against Lunar's chin, the two males grunting and moaning, Steve's hips slapping loudly against Lunar's lips.

"That's it," Steve growled. "That's it, little bitch. You work for me now; I'm your superior, which means you get to suck my cock the moment I tell you to."

"Mmm!" Lunar whimpered in reply, the taste and smells still assaulting his body, clouding his mind. He kept on sucking, tongue rubbing against Steve's leaking tip and becoming smeared with thick pre-cum.

Steve had a wide smile on his face, glaring down on Lunar as he worked up and down, breeding the tanuki's warm, wet mouth with furious thrusts of his big hips. Lunar could feel that fat thing throbbing and pulsing inside him, twitching against his tongue.

"Keep it up," Steve grutned. "Keep sucking! Oh, fuck, that's good!" He was close; he was going to flood that tanuki's maw at any second. He continued his fucking, snarling with pleasure, his whole body going tense. He was ready to unload and all it took was a few more deep thrusts before he reached climax. He cried out, roaring loudly and emptying his low-hanging balls into Lunar's mouth.

Lunar gasped in shock; the sheer amount of cum being shot into him was too much too handle and he tried to pull away, but Steve kept him pinned under his weight, cock firmly jammed down his throat, balls pressing against his chin. Lunar was made to swallow it all, load after load of the bigger male's load. Steve gave him a few more shallow thrusts in order to coax out the last of his load before finally pulling out, spent. Lunar coughed and spluttered, wiping his mouth clean and groaning loudly.

"So," said Steve." I take it I can count on you?" He extended a hand to his spluttering companion. Lunar looked up at him, steadily recovering from his face-fucking, before taking the bear's paw and hoisting himself to his feet.

"Yeah..." he nodded. "You can count on me."

"Great!" Steve smirked. "Ah, there is one thing though. If you're going to work under me you need to start calling me 'Sir'." Lunar was hesitant, but then gave a slow nod of his head.

"Yes, Sir," he said. Steve gave a short, amused laugh and then went back to his desk.

"Alright, I have a job for you," he said, pulling a stack of business cards out and handing them to his new subordinate. "I had these made this morning. I need you to spread the word; go out and find people who need, ahem, guidance. Send them here."

"Okay," Lunar nodded. "I mean... Yes, Sir."

"Good boy," Steve chuckled and winked at him before sending the tanuki on his way, sitting back in his chair and returning his attention to his cigar. He chuckled to himself, "Feels good to be king."

He spent the rest of his day relaxing in his office, his cock once again tucked away in his pants, some excess jizz leaking out into his underwear. It was the afternoon when his phone buzzed and he checked it to see a text from another good friend of his: Smoo the cat.

"BF's out of town again," the text read.

"Business?" Steve sent back.

"Yeah, he's always away on business. Won't be back for a couple days. This sucks." Steve pondered for a moment before replying.

"Want me to come over? Sounds like you could use the support."

"You sure?"

"Positive! Gimme a bit. Gonna finish some stuff up at the church then come over."

"Thanks, man."

Steve pocketed his phone and took a few moments to think about the situation. Smoo had been having troubles with his boyfriend for a while. The guy was always off on business and on the rare occasions where he was home didn't give Smoo nearly as much attention as he needed. Steve figured he should go and support the cat, the same way he'd supported the now ex-vicar the day before. He got up from his chair and left the office, though on his way out of the church he noticed the confessional door while the priest's side was left wide open and empty. He scowled.

"Someone's slacking," he muttered. "Someone's gonna have their pay docked. And their throat fucked." He shrugged and figured he'd take care of this one himself, heading into the confessional and closing the door after him.

The guy on the other side was quiet and nervous.

"Um... F-forgive me father, for I have sinned." There was a long, awkward pause before the stranger continued. "I am... a big man. A big, strong person; I work as a security guard even. People look at me and they can tell that I'm a big, no-nonsense kind of person." Another pause. "But... l-last night, I... gave in to my baser instincts and I... I submitted to another man. He took me to his room a-and he stripped me down and..." He stopped there, too disgraced and ashamed to continue.

"It's okay," Steve said in a calming, friendly tone. "We've all done things we regret. Now, tell me more. What happened between the two of you?"

"He threw me onto the bed," the stranger gulped. "And I opened my mouth for him. I... s-sucked him off. I knew I shouldn't, I knew that I shouldn't let another man use me like that, but I did. I sucked him off and he used my face as if it were just... just a toy!"

"I see," Steve nodded. "Keep going. What happened next?"

"I kept sucking him until he... finished," the stranger said.

"Did you swallow?"

"Yes," the disgraced stranger whined. "I swallowed all of it."

"Then what happened?" Steve asked. The stranger kept talking, completely oblivious to the fact that Steve currently had his erect cock out and was furiously jerking himself off as he recounted how this other man had fucked him.

"He flipped me over..."

"Yeah?" Steve growled.

"He got me on all fours and..."

"Go on," Steve breathed, his fingers coated in pre. "Keep going. What did he do to you?"

"He_fucked_me," the strange whimpered. "He grabbed me by the hair and he used my ass until he finished inside there too."

"He filled you up?"

"Yes, father. I'm so ashamed of myself. Someone like me should never be seen submitting like that, I've never submitted to anyone in my life."

"Did it feel good?" Steve asked, his hand a blur. "Keep talking." The stranger had to hesitate before answering.

"I don't want to admit it, but it did," he said. "It felt so good, and that's partly why I feel so bad. I can't believe I enjoyed it so much. I've never had another man fuck me like that before, and he was so big... It felt so good having him using me-"

"Fuck!" Steve gasped, thrusting up into his grip as he came, firing his hot load all over his robes, cock pulsing in his hand.

"Father?"

"Ah! I- nghh!" Steve grunted, sitting back with a gasp, his orgasm petering out. "Sorry, child, everything's fine." He gave a sigh and licked the cum from his lips, looking down at his now cum-stained robes. "Ahem, you say you feel bad for submitting to this other man."

"Yes," the stranger said simply.

"I see," Steve nodded. "And have you considered doing it again?"

"To be honest... That wasn't the first time I'd considered it. I've thought about letting other men do that to me for a while. Years even. But I didn't want to stoop that low. I'm not the type of person who lets others dominate them like that."

"Aren't you?"

"No!"

"Are you positive?" Steve asked, his smirk hidden by the barrier between them. "You say you're not the type to submit to others, but you've still had these feelings for so long? Then why would you have them?"

"I... don't know," the stranger whined.

"If it truly wasn't in your nature to submit then you would have been able to easily dismiss those feelings, but they kept coming back, is that right?"

"Yes, father..."

"You kept wondering what it would be like to submit to other men until you finally gave in and let someone fuck you, and you enjoyed it."

There was a long pause, the stranger mulling over everything in his head before he finally managed to speak up again.

"What are you saying, father?"

"I'm saying that this is who you really are," Steve had a wide, wicked grin on his face. "You were made to submit to other men. The only way for you to stop feeling guilty is to embrace it. Embrace who you are and what you want."

"Y-you think I should let more people dominate me?"

"It's what you want, isn't it?" Steve asked. "Tell you what, it sounds like you need some more talking to, so how about you go home, consider what I've said and come back tomorrow? I think a more personal talk would do you good, so let's say you come to the head vicar's office around... midday or so?"

"Um, yes, i-if you think it's for the best."

"I do," Steve smiled. "Now, go off and think about what I've said."

"I will. Thank you, father."

Steve could hear the confessional door opening as the stranger left. Steve waited a few moments to come down from the afterglow of his orgasm before hurrying out after him and rushing to the bathroom to clean his robes of jizz. Cleaned up, he then set off for Smoo's house to give him the support the poor cat needed.

While Steve made his way over there, Lunar busied himself by going out to search for people to hand out those cards to - though first he needed to pick his car up from the garage nearby. He hurried over there from the church, peeking inside the place, the smell of oil thick and heavy, making his noise twitch. It didn't take him long to find the mechanic working nearby, lying under one of the cars and tweaking the chassis. Lunar went over to him and gave a polite cough.

"Ah, 'scuse me?" he spoke up and the big, hefty skunk of a mechanic rolled himself out from under the cat and looked up at him.

"Oh, sorry, didn't see ya come in!" he smiled and hoisted himself to his feet with a grunt, wiping the oil off his hands onto his overalls. "What can I do you for?"

"I'm sorry?" Lunar asked, jumping a bit at his choice of words. "Oh! Uh, my car; I'm here to pick up my car."

"Oh, right! You're, uh... What's your name again?"

"Lunar," the tanuki said. "Lunar Nook."

"Nook, that's the one," the skunk gestured him to follow and lead him into his office, going over a rack of keys for a moment before grabbing one and tossing it over. "There; I got your car all fixed up for you, good as new."

"Thanks," Lunar said. "How much do I owe you?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, pausing when he remembered the bundle of Steve's business cards he'd stuffed in there. "Actually... may I interest you in something?"

"Hm?" the skunk tilted his head curiously. "Interest me in...?" Lunar pulled out a card.

"Are you a religious person by any chance?" he asked.

"Religious? Well, I've never really thought about it before." The skunk took the

"That's right. We've been looking to expand our congregation lately and you look like the kind of guy who would fit in perfectly." Lunar knew exactly what kind of men Steve was into...

"I do?" the skunk gave him an odd look. "Gotta say, that's the first time I've heard that said about me."

"Er, well, our church welcomes people of all sorts," Lunar gave a soft, disarming chuckle. "And, even if you're not the religious type, our head vicar does offer counselling services. You'd be surprised how much good a quick talk with a vicar can do for mental and emotional stress."

"You don't say?" the skunk nodded. Lunar tried to keep an overly confident grin from breaking out on his face when he noticed how interested the guy seemed.

"You work with a lot of customers, I assume?" Lunar asked. "It must get stressful; do you get many angry, screaming people in here?"

"Tsk, yeah, you have no idea," the skunk shrugged. "Yeah, sometimes they ain't happy with the prices or say I did a shoddy job on their car; buncha crap, all of it. I've never messed up a repair job in my life." Lunar nodded, listening to what the hefty skunk had to say.

"Sounds pretty stressful to me," he said. "Our vicar's number is on the card if you want to give him a call."

"Hm... I think I'll do that," the skunk smiled. "Oh! I never introduced myself, did I? Name's Khorax! Or just Kho; you can call me Kho."

"Nice to meet you," Lunar said, extending a hand to him which Kho ignored in favour of swinging an arm around the tanuki and giving him a tight, squeezing hug. "Hrrrmph! Ah, wait, I-" Lunar found his face shoved up against Kho's hulking chest and it was then that he noticed the smell. The skunk clearly didn't bathe or shower; the musk was intense, powerful and overwhelming even, assailing his nostrils and making his head spin. It was a thick smell, the smell of unwashed armpits and sweat, mixed in with the smell of oil and transistor fluid.

Lunar coughed and grimaced, the smell clinging to his clothes and fur, the skunk's overalls wet with sweat that rubbed off onto Lunar's body as the bigger man squeezed him tight before finally pulling away.

"Ah, sorry 'bout that," Kho chuckled. "Handshakes are too formal and stuffy for me, I just like to give a big ol' hug instead!" Lunar nodded and rubbed his nose, the smell still wafting inside him.

"It's no problem," said Lunar. Yeah, Steve was definitely going to like this guy. "So, should I tell our Vicar to expect a call from you?"

"Sure! I'll call him when I take my break."

Lunar nodded and smiled, "He'll be happy to hear that!"

"Yeah, I'm looking forward to meeting him; sounds like a real stand up guy." Kho had a wide, friendly smile on his face, warm and kind.

Kho placed the card down on his desk and the two moved onto the subject of Lunar's car, the tanuki settling payment before finding it in the parking lot outside. He sat in the driver's seat and pulled out his phone, pulling up Steve's number.

"Hooked one," he text. "Should be getting a call at some point today." Steve got the message just as he was pulling up to Smoo's house, the big bear smirking wide.

"Perfect," he replied. He was more than a bit excited to see what kind of hottie Lunar had pulled, but first he had to take care of his cat buddy.

Pocketing his phone he went over and knocked on Smoo's door, the cat opening up in a matter of seconds and smiling up at Steve.

"Hey, I wasn't expecting you so soon," said Smoo. He stepped aside and let Steve in before showing him to the living room.

"Well I couldn't just leave you hanging here, could I?" Steve said, plopping himself down on the couch and gesturing for Smoo to join him. "So, what's on your mind? Trouble in paradise?"

"Pretty much," Smoo said. He sat down, wringing his hands with a sigh. "He's always off on business trips. I barely get to see him anymore."

"Your boyfriend?" Steve said. "Yeah, that sounds pretty rough, alright. It's not easy being with someone who doesn't take your feelings into consideration."

"I-it's not that," said Smoo. "It's just... he needs to work, you know? I just wish his work didn't take him halfway across the country. Sometimes he has to spend days doing... whatever the hell business people do, I dunno." He gave another sigh, long and deep, and shook his head, exasperated.

"He could always get another job," said Steve, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigar. "Oh, do you mind if I smoke?" Smoo gave an uncertain look.

"I dunno, he doesn't like it when people smoke in here."

"Well, he's not here at the moment, is he?" said Steve. "Is he really that controlling?"

"Wha- no!" Smoo gasped.

"He'll be gone for days but he won't let one of your friends have a quick smoke?"

"H-he's not... I mean..." Smoo stuttered, flustered and confused. "Nevermind, you can smoke, i-it's okay." Steve nodded and lit up, casually puffing on his cigar and sitting back. Smoo gave a light cough as the smoke invaded his lungs, the smell tickling his nose.

"Those are really strong cigars," Smoo noted.

"Of course," Steve gave a chuckle. "Only the strongest for this bear!" He took in a long, slow inhale of his cigar, Smoo watching as it slowly burned away before a thick mist of smoke steadily escaped Steve's lips. "Have you told him how you feel?"

"Kind of," Smoo said. "I told him I wish he could stay home more, but I don't want to force him in case I upset him or something."

"Hm, maybe you need to give him a taste of his own medicine," said Steve.

"What do you mean?"

"Go out more," Steve told him. "Hang with friends, go to the bar, or, hell, just go out for a walk. When he's home I mean; be absent for him the same way he's absent for you."

"I couldn't do that!" Smoo said, giving him a shocked look. "M-my counsellor said we just need to talk about it and figure out something that works for both of us."

"Tch! What do they know?" Steve scoffed. "No, you know what you need? You need some better company."

"What do you mean?" Smoo asked.

He looked up at Steve who took a few moments to puff at his cigar a couple times before continuing.

"You need someone who'll give you the attention you need," Steve moved close and placed a gentle hand on Smoo's leg.

"I... huh...?" Smoo didn't know what Steve was getting at and he wasn't sure what to say or do.

"Say, have you ever considered joining the church?" asked Steve. "More specifically, my church?"

"I've, um, thought about it a couple times," said Smoo. "But I'm not sure. I'm not really a religious person..."

"That's not a problem," said Steve, his hand slowly moving up Smoo's leg, caressing and rubbing at him, the cat shivering a bit at his touch. "My church accepts everyone. It just sounds like you could do with the support that we can provide."

Smoo was hesitant. He sat there, twiddling his thumbs while Steve's hand moved further up his leg until it brushed up against his crotch, Smoo gasping in surprise.

"Maybe you could do with some more personal, one on one sessions too," Steve smiled wide. Smoo took a moment to twig onto what Steve was suggesting.

"Wait, I don't- are you...?" Smoo stuttered and gulped, blushing deeply. "Y-you know we can't..."

"Why not?" said Steve. "It would serve him right. Who knows what he's doing right now?"

"What?"

"He goes away on business a lot, doesn't he?" asked Steve. "Isn't that a bit weird? Who knows what he's doing right now."

"You don't think he's... you know...?"

"I'm just saying, if that was my boyfriend I'd have started asking questions long ago."

Smoo sat in silence, Steve's hand still stroking at his leg, edging towards his package, the cat fidgeting nervously, a dismayed and vaguely panicked look on his face.

"Come on, Smoo," Steve breathed. "When have I ever led you wrong before?" Smoo nodded in response and sighed.

"You're a good friend," he said. "And... I see what you're saying." He hesitated before continuing. "I need to think about all this. Can I call you tomorrow?"

"Of course!" Steve smiled. He was a bit disappointed, but he tried to hide it. It looked like Smoo was going to need some convincing, even the hypnotic and mind-numbing effects of his cigars seemed to be having a tough time influencing the cat. It was no problem; it would take time, but he'd get Smoo on his side at some point, he was certain of that.

"You call me when you're ready, okay?" Steve asked, giving Smoo's leg a couple of friendly pats.

"Thanks, Steve," Smoo smiled up at him. "I think I need some time alone. Thanks for coming over, it was really thoughtful of you."

"Hey, it's no problem at all," Steve winked and the two stood up, the cat leading his companion to the front door and letting him out with a tight hug.

"I'll call you," said Smoo.

"You better," Steve gave him a wink. "Take care, big guy." And with that, Steve turned to leave, but not before taking a quick, cheeky glance at the stiff bulge Smoo was packing in his pants.

He'd just gotten into his car when his phone started to ring.

"Think I know who this is," he muttered to himself before answering.

"Uh, hey, is this Steve, the vicar?"

"It is! You must be the call I've been told to expect," Steve said.

"Yeah, your guy gave me one of your cards. Uh, what was his name? Lou- Lunar! That was it, yeah. He told me I might be interested in your church."

"Well, we do have a lot to offer!" Steve chuckled. "Anyway, it's nice to meet you. My name's Steve, which you already know. Who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?"

"The name's Khorax," came the deep yet kind and friendly reply. "You can just call me Kho, it's what everyone else calls me."

"Nice to meet you, Kho!" Steve said. "I'm thinking you'd like to visit our church sometime?"

"Yeah, I think I can pop down for a bit and check it out. Any particular time I should do so?"

"Hmm..." Steve took a moment to think. He recalled telling that guy in the confessional to come and see him around midday and figured he'd invite this new fellow over sometime afterwards. "Let's say sometime in the afternoon. Eh, three or so?"

"Yeah, that sounds fine to me," Kho said. "Thanks, father. You sound like a real stand up guy, I look forward to meeting you."

"And I you," Steve chuckled. "My office is in the back of the church, just head on over and I'll be there."

"Can do. I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Tomorrow it is." The two hung up and Steve sat there, grinning wide. It was all coming together, and so quickly and smoothly too. Smoo was by far the hardest person he'd tried to convert so far, it seemed his shyness and introverted tendencies were making him a bit difficult to reach, but he wasn't worried. He'd get to the cat eventually, he just had to give it time.

"Better get home," Steve muttered to himself. He had a big day of converting guys tomorrow, he needed the rest. He set off, already making plans for the two guys he was seeing tomorrow as well as plans to convert the stubborn, introverted Smoo.

***********

The next day Steve found himself in his office with yet another cigar in his mouth, his faithful companion Lunar standing nearby going over a paper and clipboard.

"I already have some new names," he said. "The most interesting as of now being Khorax, who I think you spoke to last night?"

"Yeah, he gave me a call," Steve nodded. "Who else did you grab?"

"Sadly... nobody of note," Lunar said. "And by that I mean, nobody you'd be interested in. A handful of younger twinks, some average, 9-5 business worker types, all of which were interested in getting in touch with their spiritual side..."

"Bah, boring," Steve scoffed. "But at least the congregation's growing. The bigger we are the more attention we'll get, and that'll attract more men." He checked the clock nearby. "Speaking of men, we should be having out first visitor of the day."

"Hm?" Lunar looked over at him. "We're expecting someone?"

"Oh! Didn't I tell you?" Steve asked. "I met someone in the confessional yesterday, told him to come on over this morning."

He sat back, Lunar nodding in response and then going back to look over his papers. He was still doing so when there came a knock on the door and in stepped a big, black-furred bear. A hulking, chubby man dressed in a tight tank top that hugged his bulging form tightly. Steve's mouth almost started watering at the sight of him.

"You must be the gentleman I spoke to yesterday," Steve smiled, standing up and extending a hand to him. "Vicar Steve, nice to meet you!"

"Um, yeah..." the bear nodded and stepped in, closing the door after him and taking Steve's hand, the cigar smoke hitting him immediately; the room was filled with the stuff. Steve had made a point of not opening the windows while he smoked so that anyone he spoke to would get the full effect of the stuff. "My name's Jared. I was, um, in the confessional yesterday. I talked about... you know..."

"About your lust for cock?" Steve chuckled. Jared gave an embarrassed whine, looking over at Lunar who still stood there. "D-does he have to be here too?"

"Lunar?" asked Steve. "Lunar's my right hand man! Of course he has to be here."

"I see," Jared gulped.

"I'm sure that won't be a problem," said Steve. He wasn't even asking, he was telling.

"So, how can I help you?" asked Steve. "Please, feel free to tell me anything and everything." Jared gulped, hesitated and then pushed himself into speaking.

"I still feel guilty about what happened," he said. "I'm not supposed to be like that - I'm not supposed to let other men see me as weak and submissive, it's just not who I am."

"Hmm, well, I don't think that's necessarily true," said Steve.

"W-what do you mean?" Jared whined.

"Well if it wasn't who you are then you wouldn't have done it in the first place," Steve told him. "On top of that, you wouldn't be considering doing it again."

"I- I'm not- I mean-" Jared stuttered helplessly, his cheeks blushing furiously.

"You are considering doing it again, aren't you?" Steve asked. "You want a big, strong man to take you from behind? Fuck your ass and make you his?" Jared hesitated and then slowly nodded.

"Y-yes..." he whined.

"Then why not embrace it?" Steve asked, slowly placing his cigar in the ashtray nearby and moving around his desk to stand next to the black bear. Jared looked up at him nervously.

"I couldn't," he gulped.

"Why not?" asked Steve. "It's not difficult. Stop lying to yourself; be who you want to be, and what you want to be is a slut for other men. Isn't that right?" Lunar watched on as Steve worked his magic. He could practically see Jared's will crumbling before his very eyes. It was amazing how the vicar could worm his way into someone's mind like this, Lunar was enthralled by his work.

Jared kept stuttering. He didn't know what to say, his words were failing him. He wrung his hands, gulping hard, looking up into Steve's eyes. It felt as if everything else was just melting away so that the only things left were him and the vicar, their eyes locked and Steve asserting his overwhelming presence over his helpless victim. Steve soon spoke up again, his voice calm and soothing, yet there was a subtle insidious and mischievous undertone to his words.

"You want to submit," this time he wasn't asking. Steve was telling him what he wanted. "You want other men to use you. You're not a dom at all; you're a submissive whore. You enjoyed being fucked because that's who you are. You don't fuck, you get fucked."

Jared's willpower was in tatters. He nodded, listening intently to what Steve had to say, occasionally letting out a soft, pitiful whine as those honeyed words slipped into his ears, the doubts rising up inside him.

"It felt so good," Jared whimpered. He recalled the event that lead him here, how that big, strong man had pinned him to the wall, stripped him down and torn his clothes from his body. He recalled how he'd been bent over, his fat ass grabbed and his hole being speared on a huge slab of hardened cock. It felt so good and he felt so ashamed to admit it... though that shame was steadily dissipating as Steve continued talking, his words slowly steering Jared into being the little, cock hungry slut that he knew he wanted to be.

"You need it, isn't that right?" Steve smirked. "Well?" Jared couldn't help but nod.

"I need it," he whimpered. "I... I need to be fucked."

"Good boy," Steve chuckled, placing a firm hand on Jared's shoulder and giving him a firm pat. "Keep talking."

"I'm not a top at all," Jared confessed, going limp in his chair, his cheeks blushing bright pink, a humiliated look on his face. "I need other men to use me."

"That's it, you should accept who you really are," Steve smirked. "And the truth of the matter is that you're just a slut to be fucked."

There was a brief pause, Jared processing everything he was told, his mind slowly coming to terms with who he really was.

"Stand up for me," said Steve. Jared did as he was told and Steve looked him up and down, inspecting his body. Strong, thick and chubby with a big ass perfect for fitting cock in, Steve had to resist the urge to pounce and ravage him right then and there.

"Now," Steve grinned. "Strip for us." Lunar was still watching. He'd put down his paper and clipboard by now and was idly nursing his erect bulge. There was something about watching Steve work like this that sent shivers down his spine and blood rushing to his crotch. Steve really knew how to get the blood pumping. Jared was nervous and uncertain but all it took was a bit more prodding and poking from Steve before he obeyed and began to strip down.

Lunar watched from nearby as the big, black bear stripped himself down, pulling off his clothes and leaving them in a pile on the floor. Before long he was fully naked, his sizeable cock and balls dangling between his legs, thick and girthy, just like the rest of his body.

"Mrrrr, that's good," Steve growled, placing a firm hand on the bear's ass and getting a soft squeak from him when he gave it a squeeze. "Yeah, I think I'm going to have a lot of fun with this."

Steve paused for a moment and considered his options. There was so much he could do with such a receptive, malleable person such as Jared. He then glanced over at Nook and smirked.

"You say you enjoyed being fucked by another man?" he asked.

"Y-yes," Jared blushed. "It felt so good."

"Well then, how about being fucked by two men?" Jared's blushing intensified at that.

"T-two?" he asked.

"You heard me," Steve chuckled and then looked over at Lunar. "Your pants are looking a bit tight over there. How about you show our new friend what you've got to offer?"

"Huh? Oh! Right," Lunar nodded and started to strip himself down. Soon enough he was just as naked as Jared, his cock throbbing out in the open. Jared absent-mindedly licked his lips at the sight of it, his repressed need for cock building up inside of him.

"Looks tasty, doesn't it?" Steve grinned.

Jared nodded, "Can I...?"

"Heh, you want it?" Steve gave another chuckle.

"I need it," Jared whined, an ashamed look crossing over his face.

"Aw, don't look so embarrassed!" Steve laughed and gave him another hefty pat. "Go on, get a good taste of his cock."

Lunar watched as the big bear stepped over and knelt down in front of him, now face-to-crotch with the tanuki. Lunar looked over at Steve, shocked at how easily he broke this guy's mind.

"You're like some kind of wizard," he said.

"Ha! I just have a way with words," Steve shrugged and watched as Jared reached out to take Lunar's girth dick in his hand. Lunar gave a grunt at his touch and looked down at him, placing a hand on the back of his head and running his fingers through that thick, black fur of his.

Steve began to grope at himself through his robes, his cock already hard in his pants, throbbing and eager for a tight hole to fuck. He went over to Jared, his hand joining Lunar's on the back of his head.

"Go on," Steve said. "Get a mouthful of his cock. You said it yourself: it's what you need."

"F-fuck..." Jared whimpered. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed cock. He didn't care how shameful it was or how he shouldn't be doing this, all he cared about was getting some good, hard cock inside him.

He moved forward and took Lunar's cock inside him, the tanuki gasping as the warm, wet maw closed around his dick, the bear moaning as he began to suck on the fat thing. The taste hit him immediately, so strong and intoxicating, smearing across his taste buds. He gagged a bit as he kept pushing down, taking inch after inch of Lunar's member deeper down his throat. He pushed back his gag reflex, trying his hardest not to choke on it while Lunar began to hump into him, both males grunting and gasping the whole time. Steve still had a hand on the back of Jared's head and was pushing him down on Lunar's length, watching as that throbbing cock disappeared down Jared's throat.

"Mm! Mrrrph!" Jared gave out whimpering, muffled moans as his nose was pressed into Lunar's pubic fur, the scent of his body filling his nose and those low-hanging balls bouncing against his chin. Lunar was humping into Jared's face, looking down at the whining bear, his cock leaking pre onto that wet tongue of his which Jared swiftly slurped up and gulped down.

"How's it taste?" Steve smirked, his own hardness straining inside his robes, his free hand groping at his stiff package. Jared gave a muffled moan in response, his body desperate for cock. He kept on sucking, tongue flitting around Lunar's shaft, his own thick bear dick twitching painfully hard. Steve soon let go of his head and moved to stand behind him, glaring down at that fat, inviting ass; too inviting to pass up.

He stripped himself down, tossing his priestly robes onto the chair nearby and unleashing his monster of a cock. He knelt behind the needy bear, grabbing a cheek in each hand and making him gasp around the dick in his mouth. Steve leaned forward, teasing the entrance of Jared's ass with his cock and growled into his ear.

"This what you want, little bitch?" He pushed forward, grinding his pre-slick cock head against Jared's hole. Jared gave another gasp and pushed back against Steve's cock. His hole was tight and needy, twitching against Steve's head. The vicar teased him a bit more, rubbing his dick all along his entrance, fingers kneading his chubby cheeks before he finally pushed forward.

The two bears grunted loudly as Steve's manhood strained to penetrate that tight hole, the head beginning to stretch Jared's needy hole wide until it finally gained purchase and managed to thrust into him.

"Hrrrnnph!!" Jared cried out, several aching inches of cock being buried inside his fat ass. He kept his mouth bobbing up and down on Lunar's cock as Steve thrust into him; he could feel that thick thing pulsing against his walls, throbbing deep inside his body, inching deeper and deeper inside him.

"Ooh! Good little slut!" Steve growled, pulling that tubby ass back onto his shaft. With a hard, powerful thrust he managed to hilt inside Jared's ass, his hips pressing firmly against those cheeks. He had every single inch of his member inside Jared's body, grinding into him and getting yet more muffled, whining moans from him. Steve looked over at Lunar with a grin. "How's his mouth?"

"So good," Lunar answered, still humping away at Jared's face. "He's a good little cocksucker."

"I bet he is," Steve smirked. "Hear that, bitch? I knew you were a natural all along. Feels good giving yourself what you need, doesn't it?" More muffled moans from Jared in response. Steve kept growling to him, "Now, no more of this 'I'm a strict top' nonsense, you hear me?" Jared nodded fervently, tongue rubbing against Lunar's shaft, his ass clenching tightly around Steve's rod.

Steve readied himself and then began pounding at Jared's hole, his strong, thick hips smacking at those fat cheeks. Every thrust that he gave had more moans escaping from Jared's maw. His shaft stretched Jared's needy ass wide, sending a mix of pain and pleasure surging through Jared's body, his ass aching and sore. Although, as sore as he was, he just couldn't get enough of Steve's cock, or Lunar's for that matter. The two cocks pistoning in and out of his holes were driving him crazy; the musky taste of Lunar's dick and the feel of Steve's girthy manhood delving deep into his ass was enough to drive any slut wild.

He sucked hungrily at Lunar's cock, the tanuki's legs shaking slightly as he rammed everything he had down Jared's throat, grunting and gasping, gripping the bear by the ears as he worked back and forth, pouring pre-cum onto Jared's tongue while his heavy balls smacked against his chin.

"Keep sucking," Lunar growled. "Fuck, you're mouth's so good..." He was getting close, his balls clenching and the he had on Jared's ears tightening. Jared could sends his impending orgasm and it drove him on further, sucking harder while his tongue licked along the sensitive cock tip. Lunar gasped and tilted his head back, yelping with pleasure as he rammed his whole cock down Jared's face and finally erupted down his throat, Steve watching and grinning while Lunar fired load after load of warm, thick tanuki cum inside their whore.

Jared gulped it all down, gasping through his nose and savouring the powerful taste. He swallowed every drop Lunar gave him, his nose pressed firmly into Lunar's pubic fur. He could feel that cock twitching inside him, throbbing against his tongue and pulsing with every stream of jizz Lunar shot into him. With a gasp, Lunar pulled out and painted Jared's face with the rest of his cum, the bear panting loudly and smacking his lips.

"Oooh..." he gave a soft moan, followed by a louder, yelping moan when Steve gave another hard thrust into him. "Ohhh! Oh, fuck!"

"That's a natural look for you," Steve grunted. "Covered in cum like that." Steve still had a ways to go before he was ready to blow. He kept pistoning at Jared's ass, smacking his palm playfully against those fat cheeks and getting quivering moans from his new bitch.

"M...more..." Jared panted.

"What was that?" Steve smirked.

"More! Please! I'm begging you!" Jared cried out, pushing back and clenching down hard on Steve's manhood. He panted and gasped loudly, drool trickling down his chin and his forehead sopping wet with sweat.

"You have such a good ass," Steve growled. "It's a sin that you kept this to yourself for so long pretending to be a dom. Now that deserves some punishing."

"Mm! Oh, yes!" Jared whimpered. "P-punish me, Father! I'm not a dom, I'm a whore!"

"Heh, at least you know your place now," Steve chuckled and gave that fat ass a few more spanks, Jared yelping out with each one.

The fucking quickly grew harder, Steve's powerful hips making Jared's ass shake with every forward thrust that he gave. Jared cried out, his voice loud and high-pitched, his ass begging for cum. He wanted to feel that powerful load filling his ass; he needed it so bad. He stayed kneeling on the ground, Steve grabbing him from behind and brutalizing his ass, his cock pummelling the needy bear's prostate. Jared had never felt so amazing; even the guy who'd fucked him the other day hadn't felt this good. Steve really knew what he was doing.

Jared whined loudly, his cock pulsing, stiff and erect, painfully hard. He gave one more shaking, quivering moan as Steve's cock pushed him to boiling point and he came hands-free all over the office floor.

"Oh, fuck!" Jared gasped, his whole body shaking as he erupted, his cum splattering all over the ground; he felt as if he could pass out from the overwhelming sensations pulsing through his entire body.

His body twitched and tightened around Steve's cock in time with his orgasm, the renewed tightness driving Steve on, his member ploughing that tight ursine hole. He wrapped his arms around Jared's waist, grabbing and groping him and pulling him back against his thrusting, his own heavy nuts tightening, ready to unload inside him.

"Mm! Take it!" Steve growled in pleasure, thrusting in furiously, still fucking that fat ass as he came, his cock firing load after load of hot bear jizz deep into Jared's horny body.

"Ahh!" Jared gasped when he felt the stuff filling him. "Thank you! Thank you, Sir! Fill my ass, please!" Steve game him a few more deep slams, coaxing more of his cum from his thick, aching dick with every push until his balls had been thoroughly emptied into his whore's ass.

With his orgasm petering out, Steve slowly slid his cock out, cum spilling from the used, stretched ass. Jared collapsed onto the floor, panting and whimpering, lying in a pool of his own cum while Steve stood up and smirked down at him.

"Is the bitch tired?" Steve scoffed. Jared just panted and gasped in reply; a good enough answer. But, tired as Jared was, Steve wasn't done with him yet. He rolled the spent bear onto his back and towered over him.

"So," Steve smirked, standing over Jared's face and slowly kneeling down over him. "You ever eaten ass before, slut?"

"N-no," Jared answered, staring up at the thick rump presented to him.

"Well, you're about to." With that, Steve sat himself down on Jared's face, grinding his tight, musky hole against the bear's face, his scent smearing across Jared's fur and marking him with the thick, powerful smell.

The strong, meaty smell flooded Jared's nostrils, making his vision dizzy and clouding his mind. He groaned around Steve's hole, nose pressed firmly into the vicar's body while Lunar watched nearby. He couldn't help but glance down at Jared's behind where he could see the cum pooling underneath him. Lunar's semi-hard dick started hardening once again. Steve kept on grinding his ass against Jared's face and ordered his whore to lick it. Jared obeyed unquestioningly. He opened up and pressed his tongue against that sweat hole, giving out muffled moans as he began to slurp all over it. The taste of sweaty bear ass filled his mouth, his muffled moaning growing louder, his vision completely obscured by Steve's furry behind, that musky hole shoved firmly against his muzzle.

Jared kept licking, tongue eagerly darting all over Steve's entrance before finally delving inside it. Steve gasped out in approval, a wide grin on his face and his hole twitching against Jared's warm tongue. Meanwhile, Lunar was preoccupied with Jared's other end. His cock had grown to full mast once again and was just begging for another hole to fuck. He knelt down between Jared's legs and lifted them up, shuffling forward and resting the two thick things on his shoulders, his cock poking against Jared's used hole. Steve's cum leaked out of the stretched entrance and dripped onto Lunar's cock as he pushed forward, ready for round two.

Jared gave a soft gasp into Steve's hole when he felt that big tanuki dick prodding at his entrance. He braced himself, grunting when Lunar slipped inside him, the stretching he'd gotten and the cum painting his walls helping with Lunar's thrusting. All that cum inside Jared's ass was acting as decent enough lube. He shoved in hard, ramming his entire cock into the bear's fuckhole and going to town on it, breeding and pounding that fat rump hard and deep, grunting and gasping with pleasure when he felt that hole clenching down around his meat.

Jared writhed around on the ground, his mouth full of ass and his ass full of cock, his body aching and his dick leaking excess cum. His tongue kept flitting around inside Steve's hole, sliding against the walls of his passage and delving in good and deep, the taste and musk driving him crazy. The room was filled with the combined moans of the three males combined with the wet, smacking sound of Lunar's hips humping into Jared's hole, the tanuki grabbing on to Jared's legs and holding them tightly, hips working furiously back and forth at his ass.

"Eat my ass, bitch," Steve growled, rubbing his sweaty hole all over his whore's mouth. Jared savoured the taste; the taste of a real dom. Steve had his ass shoved into Jared's face the whole time Lunar was fucking the little bitch. Despite the stretching he'd gotten and the cum filling his ass, Jared's body was still putting up a bit of resistance to Lunar's thrusting, but that just meant he was still nice and tight. Lunar's hips were a blur as he fucked, fingers digging into Jared's legs as he held them up, cock ramming in and out of that tight, tubby ass until he once again felt his balls ready to unload.

"Nghh! Oh, fuck! Fuck yes!!" Lunar moaned, his cock pulsing and throbbing, his body going tense as he cried out and finally emptied the contents of his nuts deep into Jared's body, his cum adding to the already huge amounts of male seed already filling him.

"Mmm!!" Jared whined around Steve's ass, shivering as he felt his body once again being filled up, the stuff seeping out around the sides of Lunar's shaft. He gave the bitch a few more hard thrusts before the last drop of cum dripped into Jared's hole. Lunar then pulled out with a grunt, dropping Jared's legs and climbing to his slightly shaky legs.

"He's a good fuck, isn't he?" Steve smirked.

Lunar nodded, "I can't believe he pretended to be a top for so long."

"Like I said," said Steve. "It's a sin to keep an ass like that from us." He kept Jared eating him out for a bit longer before standing up, his hole covered in sweat, and Jared's face fur reeking of his scent. He casually glanced at the clock and tutted, "Tsk, is that the time already?" He sounded as if he was about to wrap up a board meeting as opposed to a three-way fuck. "I think we're expecting our skunk friend soon."

"Khorax?" Lunar asked.

"That's the one," Steve said, going over to his robes and starting to dress himself again. "Lunar, help our whore clean up and get dressed. It would look a bit unprofessional if he were to walk in and catch a leaking slut on my office floor."

"Yessir," Lunar did as ordered and helped Jared to his feet before handing him a box of tissues from a draw nearby, which Jared used to clean the jizz from his fur, his movements slow and lethargic; he was exhausted and spent, tired out from the double teaming he'd just gotten.

It took Jared a while in his spent state, but he eventually cleaned up and got his clothes back on. By that point Steve was back in his robes and sitting at his desk, casually grinning at the used bear.

"I hope to see you back here soon," he said. "And don't let me catch you talking any of this nonsense about you being a top. Is that understood?"

"Yes..." Jared nodded weakly. "Yes, Sir..."

"Good. Now, I need to prepare for our next guess, so if you don't mind...?" He shooed him off, Jared limping out of the room, his ass still sore and leaking cum into the inside of his underwear.

"Um, do we have anything planned for Khorax?" asked Lunar.

"We'll see," said Steve. "It depends on how receptive he is." He fished out another cigar and lit up. "I do enjoy a cigar after sex. And before sex. Sometimes even during sex, really." Lunar watched as he took in a deep inhale of his cigar, puffing the thick smoke out into the air. It was only a matter of moments before the office was once again filled with cigar smoke. Lunar had no doubt that he was intentionally doing this to prep the stage for when Khorax arrived.

They finished up with Jared just in time. Mere minutes later there came a knock on the door and the skunk stepped in with a wide, friendly smile on his face.

"'Afternoon!" he said, approaching Steve's desk. "I'm Khorax, but you can just call me Kho. You're the one I spoke to over the phone last night, right?" Steve nodded and stood up to greet the skunk, extending his hand to him.

"I am!" he smiled. "My name's Steve. Nice to meet you."

"Hm," Kho took his hand and gave it a firm shake. "I'm not usually the kinda guy to do handshakes and stuff. Too formal for me, I prefer a big, old hug."

"Oh?" Steve chuckled. "Well, in that case..." He moved around the desk and opened his arms, the skunk giving an amused grin as they both squeezed each other, their big, hulking bodies pressed firmly together.

Their sweaty, unwashed scent mingled together, their arms gripping the other tight, bellies pressed firmly together.

"Whew! Now that's a smell!" Kho chuckled, the hug breaking and Steve returning to his desk.

"I'll take that as a compliment," Steve chuckled. He gestured to the chair across from him and Kho sat himself down.

"While you're here," said Steve. "May I interest you in a cigar?"

"Ah, to be honest with ya, I only smoke this one brand," said Kho.

"Come on, what will it hurt?" Steve held out a cigar, tempting the big, bulky skunk with it. Kho hesitated. He was pretty loyal to his favourite brand, but like Steve said, what it could it hurt? He shrugged and took it, Steve lighting it up for him as he lifted the cigar up to his mouth and began puffing.

"Oh, wow!" he gave a cough. "That's some cigar! What brand is it?"

"Heh, it's a... custom brand," Steve kept it vague.

"Custom, huh?" Kho gave the cigar a curious look before puffing on it again, the thick smoke wafting into his nostrils.

"So, you're interested in joining our church?" asked Steve.

"Sure am!" Kho said. "I've not really thought about the whole religion thing much before, but your boy there got me interested." He nodded to Lunar. "Maybe joining a church will do me some good. I can meet people, talk about things and all that, you know?"

"There's a lot our church can do for you," said Steve. "We're always happy to welcome handsome men such as yourself into our group." He gave a wink, and breathed a thick mist of smoke towards Kho.

"Haha, that right?" Kho laughed. He coughed a bit, the smoke filling the room and tickling the back of his throat. "These cigars are really strong! I think all this smoke is making my head all funny." He shook his head, vision every so slightly blurry. "Uh, what were you saying?"

"Just how our church could use big, good looking men such as yourself," said Steve.

"Heh, well, I'm flattered!" Kho gave out another cheery laugh. "Yeah, this seems like a pretty nice place, I think I'd like to be a part of it. Er... There a form I gotta fill out or something?"

"We're not so formal," said Steve. "You can show up here as you like, though we do expect regular attendance, at least a couple times a week."

"Seems fair enough," Kho nodded. He kept puffing at the cigarette Steve had given him, his nose twitching a bit as the powerful smoke wafted into his nostrils. He had no idea what went into these things or where Steve got the,, but he'd never smoked such a potent cigar before. It was making him feel a bit tingly.

"One more thing," said Steve. "I do like getting to know our newer members on a more personal level. Maybe you'd like to come over to my place toni-" His phone buzzed on his desk table and he glanced at it just in time to see a message from Smoo pop up.

"Can I come over tonight?" it read. Steve grinned. Looked like the kitty needed to talk about his absent boyfriend some more.

Steve continued, "You can come over tomorrow night sometime."

"Yeah..." said Kho. "Yeah, I think I'd like that!"

"Good! One second..." He scribbled down his address on a bit of paper nearby and handed it to the skunk who checked and pocketed it. "You came at a good time, Kho. We were just about to hold mass, would you like to join us."

"Sure!" Kho nodded. "I've never done any of this church-y business before, so I'm kinda interested to see how it all works, you know?"

Steve nodded, "It'll start shortly, if you'd like to head out into the nave and take a pew?"

Kho placed his cigar down in the ashtray nearby; he figured it would be rude to smoke during mass. Steve, though, had no such concerns and let both Kho and Lunar out into the main hall of the church where people were already congregating; members of the church sitting themselves down on the pews and waiting for the speech to start.

Steve gave it a few more minutes for everyone to show up before stepping up onto the altar and addressing them all.

"I'd like to thank you all for coming," he said, voice booming out around the huge room, his cigar still in one hand, smoke wafting from the burning tip. "And I'd like to welcome our newest members, I know there's quite a few of you here today." He casually took a puff of his cigar. He heard a few people muttering as he did, they clearly didn't approve of their vicar smoking during mass. Steve simply ignored them; he knew they'd all stay loyal to the church, whether they wanted to or not. He addressed the crowd, citing religious texts and telling stories and parables. Every now and then he'd pause to breath from his cigar and made a point of blowing the smoke directly at the crowd. At one point a young couple gave a disgusted look and stood up to leave. They'd barely left their pews before Steve stopped them.

"Are you just going to leave?" he asked. "After all this church has done for you, you'll just leave and put your mental, emotional and spiritual health in danger?" The couple stopped and looked at him, glancing at each other with confused, unsure looks in their eyes. They looked up at the bear through a haze of cigar smoke which now filled the room; nobody wondered how the smoke from such a small cigar could fill such a huge room, nor did they notice the smoke billowing from the air conditioners above them, save for Lunar who had done some tinkering with them beforehand.

"Sit back down," said Steve. "You can't leave us. Our church is the only place where you are truly safe." His voice had a calm and kind tone to it, though there was something behind it that nobody consciously noticed. A sort of domineering menace, a dominant and demanding feel to his words. The couple wordlessly returned to their pew and sat themselves down, Steve smiling warmly at them. "That's better. Now, where was I?"

Mass continued, Steve reading verses and parables, teaching his people of the important of the church, or rather his church specifically.

"The world is a scary place," he said. "But, just as I told our friends there, you are safe here, in the warm embrace of Father Steve's Church." Approving mutters ran through the crowd. He was winning them all over. The church-goers all approved of the way he spoke, what he said, how he seemed so supportive of his people...

They were all so receptive to everything he said, sitting there and looking up at him with respect and admiration. Every breath they took had more of Steve's cigar smoke flooding their nostrils. They were entranced, barely moving or talking, just staring up in awe as the bear spoke to them, his powerful voice reverberating through the chamber and echoing in their ears.

It felt like they were there for ages, the people all lost in the moment, listening intently to Steve as he spoke about the importance of church, the importance of attending and, of course, the importance of looking up to your head vicar. He made a point of telling them how their vicar always knew best and was there to help them with every single one of their problems.

His rousing speech over, Steve dismissed the congregation, still standing at the altar as he watched them go while Lunar and Kho approached him.

"Wow, that was amazing!" Kho said. "You were so - what's the word - charismatic!"

"I'm glad I made a good impression!" Steve smiled. "We have a list of gathering and church activities that we engage in on the bulletin board next to the front door if you'd like to check it out."

"I think I'll do that," Kho smiled. "Hey, I gotta get back to the garage, but you'll definitely see me here again!"

"I'm glad to hear it!" Steve chuckled, the two big men stepping close and hugging each other, their thick arms squeezing the other's tubby body before they said goodbye and Steve watched him heading off, that big, fat ass shaking a bit as he went. Steve couldn't help but lick his lips as he stared at it.

"You did good finding him," Steve told Lunar.

"He seemed like someone you'd enjoy," said Lunar.

"He definitely is," Steve said with a grin. "Alright, I need to take care of some stuff now that mass is over. Can I trust you to go out and find more people for us?"

"Of course," Lunar nodded. "I've still got your cards with me, and I'm meeting someone soon who should be able to help."

"That's my man," Steve said, patting the tanuki on the back. "I knew you'd make a good assistant."

The two went their separate ways from there, Steve leaving to get into his car and text Smoo.

"I'm on my way home. Come over when you're ready." Meanwhile, Lunar had his own thing going on: he'd arranged a meeting with someone at a bar nearby. It was a seedy place not exactly the kind of place you'd expect to see a respectable church worker, but it was filled with men: big, strong men, bulky men with big guts and thick musk. The type of men Steve would go nuts for.

The smell of cigar smoke hit him as he entered, though it sure as hell wasn't as strong as the smoke from Steve's cigars, and so he mostly managed to ignore it. He looked around, eyes scanning the patrons until he found who he was looking for: a gruff looking German Shepherd, a much older man with a perpetually grumpy look on his face. He was sitting in the corner of the bar, a booth to himself, nursing a pint of beer. Lunar went over to him and the canine looked up as he approached.

"Uh... Mikhail?" Lunar asked. The dog nodded, his black and brown fur starting to turn grey in his middle age.

"That's me," he grunted, nodding to the seat across from him. "You're Lunar, right? From the church?"

"That's right," Lunar sat down and looked around. He shouldn't be there, he shouldn't be talking to this person. This place and its patrons were so shady, no doubt people would start to talk if they knew he'd been here...

The Shepherd, Mikhail, sat back and looked the tanuki over.

"So, what's a church boy like you want with a degenerate like me?" he asked. "You can't possibly want to hire my services? Huh?"

"I... I do," said Lunar. "Ah, not in the traditional sense. I just need you to... grab some people for me. Help me get them to convert to our church."

"And how d'you suppose I do that?" Mikhail scowled. "I'm no priest. You want someone kidnapped or disappeared I got you, but what's all this converting crap?" Lunar hesitated and pulled out a small metal box, placing it down on the table and opening it up to reveal half a dozen thick cigarettes.

"My boss gave me these in case I needed them," he said. "They're custom made. Make people feel funny, more receptive to things."

"Huh," Mikhail looked at them curiously and picked one up to examine it. "You put some kind of drug in them? Weed or something?"

"I don't know how he makes them," Lunar said. "I just know that they work."

"That right?"

"I've seen them in action," said Lunar, blushing as he recalled the other day when Steve had seduced him into sucking his cock.

Mikhail ogled the cigar for a few more moments before nodding.

"This is a pretty non-standard job," he said. "Me and my boys are gonna need a bit extra for this one."

"That's not a problem," said Lunar. "We get quite a bit from church donations, more than enough to pay you."

"Yeah? Huh, didn't know being a church boy paid so well," the canine scoffed and then shrugged. "Alright. You got yourself a deal. How about we start right now so I can see how these cigars of yours work?" He looked out over the rest of the bar's patrons. "Pick one. Anyone."

"Oh, um..." Lunar looked over everyone, considering which of these big, sweaty men would be most suitable for Steve to own next.

There was so much to pick from. There were a few younger, smaller men who Lunar dismissed almost immediately, but he soon found a good candidate: a hairy boar sitting and drinking by himself at a table nearby. He already looked pretty sauced. An easy target.

"Him," Lunar nodded to the porcine. Mikhail looked over.

"The piggy, huh? Nice choice." He took the box of cigars off the table and pocketed them. If they really worked like Lunar said they did then he was going to need them.

They went over to the boar together. He was a chubby man, a thick head of hair and an impressive beard, his mouth equipped with two long, thick tusks. He glanced at the two of them as they drew near.

"Yeah?" he said.

"You look kinda lonely over here," said Mikhail, lighting up his cigar. "Figured we'd come keep you company."

"Huh, mighty friendly of you," the boar scoffed. "But I don't need no company."

"Oh, I think you do," said Mikhail. "They say you shouldn't drink alone, you know." He took a deep inhale of the cigar and slowly breathed out the smoke across the porcine's face, the boar scowling and coughing as he got a good whiff of it all.

"Hey, watch it with that!" he glared up, coughing again. "Urgh, that's... some strong stuff... Where'd you get that thing?"

"That's not important," said Mikhail. "I came over here 'cos I wanted to talk to you. Why don't we go for a walk."

"A walk?" the boar glared. "Why?"

"Because I said so," Mikhail growled, huffing more smoke across the drunken pig's face.

Lunar watched the Shepherd working. He hoped the cigars were working, he'd look pretty bad if they didn't. He watched the boar's body language which had become clumsy, slow and leisurely.

The boar gave a cough, "Think this drink's hitting me a bit hard... I only had a couple. I feel..." He hesitated. His vision was hazy and he could barely focus his thoughts. He looked up at the canine, a confused look on his face. "What were you saying?" he asked.

"I was saying you should join me and my buddy here for a walk," said Mikhail.

"A... walk, huh?" the boar grumbled.

"It'll do you good," said Mikhail. "Come on, big guy. Just a quick walk around the back."

"Yeah... Yeah, okay," the boar nodded and slowly got to his feet, his legs wobbling a bit. He had to steady himself on the table shaking his confused head to try and straighten his thoughts out. Mikhail was impressed. These cigars really worked, and better than he expected them to, though the boar being tipsy most likely help accentuate the cigar's effect.

"Come on, big guy. This way," Mikhail smirked, placing a hand around the boar's shoulders and leading him away. Lunar followed as the Shepherd led them out the back door into the small parking lot the bar had. The Shepherd looked around to make sure the coast was clear before bringing the boar over to a van nearby: white and unmarked, a basic and unassuming thing. He opened the back door and pushed the boar inside, climbing in after him and gesturing for Lunar to follow. Nervously, he did so, the canine shutting the doors after them.

The three of them weren't alone in there. Along with them were two more men, members of Mikhail's crew: a gritty-looking white bear and a hulking, muscle-gut equipped orc. Lunar looked around. The van was huge, big enough to accommodate all of them while still having enough room to move around.

"This the client?" the orc asked, looking at Lunar.

"This is him," said Mikhail, still nursing the cigar. "Now listen up, we've got a weird one today, boys." He went on to explain everything - what Lunar was hiring them for, how the cigars worked and what they were expected to do with this big, confused piggy.

"So," the bear spoke up. "We're gonna find people, fuck 'em up with those cigars, and then get 'em to join this church?"

"That's the gist of it," said Mikhail.

"Huh, first time we've been hired by a church," the orc chuckled. "But, hey, pay is pay. Give us enough cash and we'll do whatever you want."

"How are we handling the boar?" the bear asked, looking over at the porcine who was now lying on the floor, too drunk and intoxicated to stand properly.

Lunar went over to him and fished out one of Steve's cards. He handed it to the boar.

"You're a mess," said Lunar. "Look at you, almost passed out on the floor from drink. You need the church, my friend."

"The... church?" the boar echoed, glancing at the card curiously.

"We can help you," Lunar told him, the smoke from Mikhail's cigar starting to fill the back of the van. "You need us. You're a wreck - you need support."

"Y-yeah," the boar nodded. "I need... support. Y-your church can help?" He pocketed the card as Lunar nodded to him.

"That's right," he said. "Is there anything that's been bothering you? Anything on your mind?"

The boar hesitated before nodding again, "Y-yeah. I've been thinking..."

"About?"

"I, uh..." the boar hesitated. "I dunno, it's personal..." Lunar glanced over at Mikhail who stepped close and blew a thick breath of smoke onto the hairy male's face. The boar coughed and spluttered, the smoky mist clouding his mind.

"You can tell me," said Lunar. "I'm a friend. I'm here to help." The boar looked into his eyes, hesitating a bit longer before giving in.

"I was thinking," he said. "I keep looking at the other guys who come to this bar and... I started wondering if I'm one of those guys who, you know... like other guys."

"I understand," Lunar nodded.

"Is that bad?"

"Of course not," said Lunar. "Our own head vicar likes men."

"H-he does?"

"He does," Lunar told him. "Have you ever been with another man before?"

"No... N-not yet."

"Well... There are four men here with you right now," Lunar couldn't help but smirk. There was something about this that felt good, watching a guy's mind and willpower crumbling before your eyes. He felt powerful.

Lunar brought his hand over and placed in the boar's belly, slowly stroking it through the tight tank top he was wearing. The boar whined and blushed deeply, looking up at Lunar with a nervous look on his face.

"Are you saying I should...?" he gulped, leaving question unfinished.

"Indulge yourself," Lunar breathed to him. He tried to copy Steve's technique, the way he got inside his targets' minds. "If its what you want, then you can have all the men you like." The boar looked around, eyeing Lunar and the three other males who stood over him.

"Is he drunk or something?" the bear asked.

"It's these cigars," Mikhail explained. "Remember? They mess with people. I guess it's got something in it, I dunno what. But the smoke makes people real suggestive."

Lunar kept caressing at the boar's body, hand moving steadily down his belly before suddenly grabbing him by the crotch, groping him through his pants and making the boar yelp in submission.

"Tell me what it is you want," said Lunar. "What is it you fantasize about?" The boar whimpered and whined, instinctively humping up into Lunar's grip.

"I want to be fucked!" he confessed. "I want to be used by other men - bigger, stronger men! I- I need it!" He kept grinding his hips against Lunar's hand, his package starting to throb and grow, hardening in the tanuki's grasp. With his free hand, Lunar gave his own crotch a squeeze, rubbing at his package and looking the boar in the eye.

"This is what you want?" he asked.

"Y-yes," the boar whined.

"You can suck as much cock as you want if you join us," Lunar said. The hairy piggy looked up at him, the tanuki's words filling his ears. With his will battered and broken, the promise of cock was all that was needed to push him over the edge.

"I-I'll join, I'll do anything," the boar whimpered. "Just... Just fuck me, please!"

Lunar smiled down at the boar and stood up, looking over at Mikhail and his men.

"I guess Steve's rubbing off on me," he said. "Ah... Can I count on you three joining in?"

"Huh, we get paid and get our dicks wet?" Mikhail chuckled. "Yeah, I think you can count on us." The bear and orc were shocked and surprised at how well Lunar got inside this guys mind and had him begging to be fucked in a matter of moments, but they sure as hell weren't complaining.

The boar watched as they all began undressing in front of him. By now Mikhail's cigar had burned out and so he casually flicked it outside before making sure the door was shut behind him, his hands then going to pull off his own clothes. The porcine was nervous. Minutes ago he'd been happily drinking all by himself, then those two came and practically dragged him out into the back of this van... and now he was lying there, four increasingly horny men undressing in front of him. He gazed up at them, now all naked with their sizeable cocks on display, Lunar's already semi-hard in preparation.

"Get his clothes off," Mikhail growled. His men nodded and descended on the boar who gasped and squeaked as they began pulling at his clothes, tearing them off his body and tossing them to the side, leaving him just as naked as they were.

"Whew, big boy!" the bear chuckled and took the boar's cock in his hand.

"Ah! Ohh...!" the boar whined, bucking up into his grip. He wasn't too big down there as far as length goes, but it easily made up for it in thickness. A nice, hairy beer can cock. The bear gave it a few strokes, coaxing it into hardening further as the rest of the males toyed with themselves and looked down at the fat boar. Mikhail and the orc knelt down in front of the piggy, gripping their sizeable, flaccid shafts in their hands and smacking them across his face, their combined scents wafting into his nostrils, mixing in with the smell of cigar smoke.

"Mm! T-thank you..." the piggy whimpered, looking up with deep, irresistible need at the cocks presented to him. The bear soon joined them, kneeling next to his face and grinding his own dick against him. Three hardening, growing cocks, all for him. The boar felt like a spoiled little whore and his small yet thick cock quickly grew to full mast just as Lunar spread his legs and knelt down between them. He looked down at the boar, the other three men smacking their growing cocks against his snout, tugging and stroking at themselves until their big, intimidating lengths were fully erect, just inches away from the piggy's face.

"I need them," the boar whimpered. "P-please..."

"Oh, you'll get them," Mikhail smirked. "I call first dibs on his face." He gripped the boar by his tusks and forced him to look over at his crotch, kneeling next to him and grinding his manhood against his bitch's lips. "Open up, you slut." The boat gave a pitiful, submissive whine and did as ordered, the Shepherd gripping him by the hair and thrusting forward, ramming his hardened dick down his tight throat and making him choke on it. The first cock he'd ever sucked and it was some stranger in the back of a van while he was drunk and drugged up...

"Yeah, how's that cock taste, little bitch?" the orc laughed. "Here, make your hands useful while you're there!" He grabbed the boar's wrist and forced his hand onto his hairy orc cock. Obediently, the boar began stroking him off, fingers kneading that hard, manly shaft, swiftly working up and down it while the orc grunted and began humping into his tight grip.

Mikhail kept pushing in, pulling the boar close and shoving his massive cock deep into him, his pubic fur tickling the boar's nose, the sweaty musk assaulted him and making his head spin. The taste was out of this world; he'd never tasted anything like it. It was driving him crazy, like some kind of musky drug. He began sucking on it, giving out muffled moans while he bobbed his head up and down on the stiff cock in his maw. The bear followed his orc companion's lead and had the boar stroking him off with his other hand, both hands and his mouth now occupied with cock. Now there was only one thing left to fill.

Lunar lifted the boar's hefty legs up and positioned his manhood at the boar's entrance.

"Mrrph!" the boar gasped, but didn't protest. He was nervous; he was about to have his cherry popped, and it didn't seem like the tanuki planned on going easy on him. He didn't care though; he needed it so bad. He needed it hard; needed it rough. He wanted to feel a big, strong man pistoning into his man cunt, making him scream with need.

"This is what you need, isn't it?" Lunar grunted, his cock straining against that tight opening. The boar cried out around Mikhail's dick, pressing down against Lunar's pushing, his hole starting to stretch around the fat, veiny thing. "Mm, take it, you little whore. You need it so bad? Then you got it." Gripping the boar's legs tight he thrust forward and managed to ram the first few inched of aching tanuki dick deep into that fat piggy ass.

The muffled, pained moans of the boar filled the van as he was thoroughly used by the group of horny men. Both his hands and his holes being used, humping into and fucked, his ass stretching wide around Lunar's cock, a soreness pulsing through his nethers.

"Definitely a virgin," Lunar grunted. "See, doesn't it feel good when you indulge yourself like this?" He slid in deeper, cock grinding against the boar's walls, penetrating him deeply.

The piggy moaned, "Mrrph! Mm!" Huffing through his nose, his cock painfully hard and leaking pre-cum onto his fat, hairy belly. The bear humping his hand looked down at it with a smirk. So short and hard, pulsing with veins; it was desperate for attention.

"Can't leave the little guy down there hanging," he smirked, lying down on his side and shuffling close, making sure the boar continued jerking him off while he brought his hand over to grab the diminutive piggy cock. The bear licked his lips, eyeing it for a few moments and slowly stroking at it before moving forward and teasingly running his warm, wet tongue over the tip. The boar squeaked in reply, cock giving a twitch and oozing pre onto the bear's tongue. "Oh, he's a needy little fucker." He rubbed at the boar's cock, steadily pumping at it as he teased the shaft and tip with his warm, wet tongue, slurping along it and doing laps around the cock head, swiftly cleaning it up of his warm, sticky pre-cum.

The boar was squirming and thrashing around; the pain of having his virgin ass speared by that fat tanuki cock was clear on his face, but his muffled moans were still oozing with abject pleasure. He'd fucked plenty of women in his life, but this was something else. There was something that felt so incredibly good about submitting to other men like this, tasting their cocks, pleasuring them and taking it up his fat, hairy ass. It hurt, sure; he'd never so much as had a finger back there and now he was taking a whole cock inside him. A nice, big, girthy cock at that, one that would make any man moan like a little bitch.

Myriad sensations surged through him, his cock pulsing and firing thick pre onto the bear's tongue while his hands kept pumping up and down on the dicks he was made to stroke. Mikhail pounded at his face hard and fast, growling and snarling, his heavy balls shaking along with his movements. He reached down and gripped the boar's head, holding him in place as he moved back and forth.

"Fuck, this is good!" He growled. "Dirty little cocksucker..." He slammed in harder, making his bitch choke on his manhood, the boar's throat bulging with his hard, powerful thrusting.

The orc kneeling nearby began to grunt loudly.

"Faster!" he ordered, humping fervently into the boar's grip whose fingers were now coated in the hairy male's pre-cum. The orc clenched his teeth, bearing down on the boar who did as he was told and picked up the pace with his stroking, a loud, wet slapping sound filling their ears as he worked up and down that leaking shaft. He gasped and cursed out, thrusting forward before bellowing with pleasure; he was pushed over the edge, his cock throbbing in the boar's hand before erupting all over his body.

"Mm!" the boar moaned when he felt the hot stuff splattering over his fat belly, matting his body hair in the sticky stuff and coating his body with the orc's copious seed.

"Ohh yeah!" the orc growled. "That's the fucking shit..." He gave a few more humps, the boar still stroking him off and coaxing load after load of his jizz all over himself. His thick belly and chubby man boobs were coated in the stuff, cum dripping all down his body.

His hand let go of the twitching cock while the orc sat back with a sigh, his cock soaked with his own cum and pre. He observed the scene going on in front of him: the boar was still stroking at the ursine's cock while the bear was sucking on his cock. Meanwhile Lunar and Mikhail were still pounding away at his holes, slamming ruthlessly in and out of his mouth and ass, the sounds of their hips smacking against him filling the van. The boar was letting out loud, high-pitched moans of pure submission. His willpower and melted away; all he cared about was getting cock and pleasuring the men fucking him.

The orc chuckled and smirked. He shuffled close and grabbed hold of one of the boar's moobs, getting a surprised whimper from the pigger as he began to knead and grope it.

"How's it all feel, fatty?" the orc chuckled. "You enjoying getting your ass slammed?"

"Mrrrph!"

"Yeah, I'll bet you are," the orc laughed, his fingers still squeezing at his chest before pinching at his stiff and sensitive nipple. All the attention was driving him crazy. The taste of cock, his ass being ploughed while his cock was sucked and toyed with, and now the orc was pinching at his nipple. He went tense, toes curling and body trembling. He could feel Lunar's cock pounding at his prostate - he felt as if he could pass out. He'd gone so long without knowing how good it felt to be fucked up the ass.

He gave swift humps upwards, thrusting into the bear's maw, his body quaking. He could feel himself getting close. He huffed loudly through his nose, the combined scent of their sweaty bodies invading his nostrils, so powerful and musky, meaty and strong. The sudden inhale of sweaty scents was what finally sent him over the edge. His thick hips pushed upwards and he rammed his cock down the bear's throat, the ursine bobbing himself up and down the beer can cock and effectively milking the boar's nuts of his cum.

He gulped down a couple mouthfuls and then pulled off, his hand snapping to the short dick and pumping at it, letting the boar fire the rest of his load all over the bear's face.

"Mm, yeah, blow for me, piggy!" He licked his lips and savoured the taste, his free hand going to stroke and caress at the pig's hairy body, rubbing across his cum-covered belly and smearing his body hair with the sticky stuff. He gave that fat dick a few more strokes, the fat thing pumping out load after load of cum onto his face before the bear moved down to lick at the overly sensitive tip. The boar yelped out at the attention, his tip swiftly being cleaned of cum that the bear hungrily gulped down.

The bear shifted himself around again once he'd finished having his fun with the boar's dick, now kneeling besides him with his cock still gripped firmly by the horny pig.

"Fucker's hungry for cock," he said, looking down at how the boar was slurping at Mikhail's manhood.

"Damn right he is," Mikhail chuckled. "Fuckers gonna make me blow!" He pulled the bitch close, pistoning swift and hard into him, staring down with a wicked look on his face, his fur matted in sweat. He didn't last much longer. Virgin as the boar's mouth was, his sucking was still top notch and it only took a few more moments of fucking for the Shepherd to start emptying his nuts inside him.

The boar's eyes went wide as he was treated to his first ever taste of cum, his mouth flooded with the stuff and his throat twitching as he was made to gulp the stuff down. He had a brief moment of hesitation, but it was no longer than a split second. His baser instincts took over in a moment and he started swallowing the hot stream of cum being fired into him.

"Mm! Mrrr!" the boar groaned, happily taking it all inside him like the filthy little whore that he was.

"Heh, shit, what do those cigarettes do to a man, huh?" Mikhail laughed. He pulled out, cum leaking out the boar's mouth, the big, fat piggy gasping and panting loudly, whimpering moans escaping his mouth.

"You should thank us," Lunar said. He was still between the boar's legs, pounding at that tight ass ruthlessly. He'd felt himself getting close a few times but he'd always slowed down before reaching his peak. He didn't want to cum just yet. He wanted this to last; he wanted to ram this boar's hairy ass as long as possible. Lunar continued, "You see how good it is to give in to what you need like this?"

"Y-yes!" the boar yelped. "Yes - thank you! Thank you so much, it feels so good!"

"We can give you more of this," Lunar grunted, slamming into him hard and making him cry out. "You just have to join us." He paused before realizing he never got the big guy's name. "What're you called?"

"L-Lars!" the boar cried out. "My name's Lars!"

"Alright, Lars," Lunar smirked, his pounding growing harder. He was about to keep speaking when the bear nearby gave out a loud moan; the handjob he was getting was finally pushing him to orgasm. Lunar let him finish up before speaking again, watching the ursine fire his cum all over this Lars character's face.

The bear shot a good few ropes across him, smearing his face in the stuff and sitting back with a content look on his face while Lars licked his lips and slurped away at the stuff.

"As I was saying..." said Lunar. "You'll make a nice addition to our church. I take it we can expect to see you there?"

"Yes!" Lars cried out. "Oh, god, yes!" His ass was sore and stretched, aching painfully, his prostate screaming at the pounding it was getting and his eyes watering, his cheeks wet with tears.

"That's it, your ours now!" Lunar said, gripping the boar's legs tight, fingers digging into him as his fucking intensified. "You belong to us!"

"I belong to you!" Lars moaned. "Yes, Sir! Oh, fuck! Fuck!!"

"Let me hear an amen!"

"A-amen!"

"Louder!" Lunar growled, pistoning in with every inch of his cock at this point, mercilessly breeding him.

"Amen!!" Lars screamed.

"Amen!!!" Lunar echoed, his deafening cry accompanied by a flood of cum firing from the tip of his cock and into Lars's bowels. Lars yelped once again, his fingernails scraping at the floor of the van now, his teeth clenched. His hole gripped that fat dick tightly, milking it of every warm drop of his seed from Lunar's massive balls, the tanuki slamming in hard a few more times to make sure he'd filled the bitch with everything he had before finally slowing to a stop.

"Amen," Lunar grunted, smacking the side of Lars's ass before yanking his leaking dick out of him. Lars was left a total mess on the floor. Coated in dozens of loads, his body painted with the stuff, his ass stretched and used, his mouth leaking jizz.

"Ooh... My ass..." Lars managed to whimper out, his ass still very much sore after the pummelling it had gotten.

"You'll get used to it," said Lunar. He went over to his clothes and pulled out one of Steve's cards; he tossed it onto the pig's belly. "We'll see you in church, then."

With Lars now broken and used, Lunar dressed himself up again and turned to leave, but not before checking in with Mikhail.

"You know what we're paying you for, right?" he asked.

"Yeah," Mikhail nodded. "Get a bunch of guys and, uh, give them a revelation, right?"

"Exactly," Lunar smirked. And with that, he was off. He had more work to take care of while Mikhail and his guys were off tracking down more men for Steve.

***********

"Extra strength," Steve muttered to himself, pulling out a golden case of cigars from his bedside table. "When's the last time I've needed to use one of these? Ah, Smoo... You're a quiet guy, but you're a strong one alright." The cat had shown a surprising tolerance to his usual cigars the other day and so Steve had decided to pull out the big guns: specially made extra strength cigars, for the particularly difficult to break mind. He'd just pulled one out of its case when he heard a knock at the door. "That'll be him now," he muttered, placing the box back and going over to answer, casually lighting up and greeting the cat with a wide, toothy smile.

"'Evening!" he said.

"Um, hey," Smoo said, wringing his hands nervously. Steve ushered him in, letting the cautious feline sit himself down on his couch. Steve remained standing, idling around in front of him with his smoke still cindering. Smoo took a moment to think about what he wanted to say before looking up at Steve. "I... wanted to talk about what happened the other day, when you came over."

"Don't you want to talk about your boyfriend?" Steve asked.

"N-no," said Smoo. "I mean... maybe? Look, I noticed you were getting a bit, you know..."

"A bit what?"

"Kinda... hands-on with me..." Smoo said. "The way you were touching me."

"I was just trying to comfort a friend, what's wrong with that?"

"Was that all it was?" Smoo asked. Their eyes locked and Smoo suddenly found his vision filled with thick smoke. He coughed a bit, inhaling the stuff, the sudden taste and smell of cigar invading his senses.

"Smoo," said Steve. "You are a good friend of mine, and I want to help you... and the best way for me to help you would be to have you join my church." A wicked smirk slowly broke out across his muzzle. Smoo looked up at him with an uncertain look.

"Join your church?" he asked.

"I think you'd like it there," Steve said, slowly drawing closer.

"I... didn't come here to talk about the church," said Smoo.

"Oh, we'll talk about your boyfriend soon enough."

"No, I... I just..." Smoo didn't know what to say. He was confused. He wasn't even sure why he was there. Was he there to confront him about all the touching he'd done the day before? Was he there for advice? He had no idea. He'd barely even been thinking when he sent Steve that text asking to meet earlier, he'd just done it, as if his body was acting on its own.

Smoo gave another cough amidst the blinding haze of cigar smoke. He felt dizzy, his vision was blurry. He almost felt high.

"I think you'd make a fine addition to our church," Steve smirked. "And, of course, we can help you with your relationship problems. I take it you've been a bit, ah, pent up since your boyfriend's away so much?"

"What do you mean?" Smoo asked. "A-and... why are there three of you?"

"Focus, Smoo," Steve said, placing a firm, strong hand on the cat's shoulder and giving him a slow, comforting rub. "Now, tell me... when's the last time you sucked cock?" Smoo was taken aback, looking up at the big bear... but he didn't seem shocked. His mind was too muddled by the smoke for him to be shocked.

"I-it's been a while," Smoo confessed. "Me and him haven't had sex in... months..."

"Months?" Steve asked, legitimately surprised at that. "Do you have any toys at least?" Smoo shook his head. "No toys, no sex... When's the last time you've been fucked then?"

"Months," Smoo answered again.

"Well then..." Steve said, taking another puff of his cigarette. "Now, as your friend I think it's my duty to help you, so I'm going to do both of you, you and your boyfriend, a favour."

"A favour?" Smoo asked.

"That's right," Steve chuckled, looking down into Smoo's eyes, a shark's grin on his face. "He can't give you what you need, can't satisfy you with his work keeping him busy, and you need someone to treat you right; so I'm going to give you what he can't. I'm going to fuck you."

"What?" Smoo whimpered.

"That way he can keep doing his job without worrying about your needs and you'll be getting some good fucking while he's away. Sounds fair, doesn't it?"

"I-it's cheating..." Smoo said.

"It's natural," Steve argued. "You need to be fucked and he can't do it, so you need to find someone else to do it for him, and that someone is me."

Smoo hesitated, gulping hard before glancing down at the noticeable bulge Steve was sporting. He started to blush. The bear was growing hard under his robes right in front of him, that package growing harder and bigger before his very eyes. His mouth grew dry from sheer nervousness.

"I-is it really okay?" he asked.

"Of course," said Steve. "I reckon he should thank me, even, for giving his boyfriend what he can't. What kind of man lets his boyfriend go months without sex, hm?"

"Y...You're right..." Smoo nodded, his own crotch tingling. He'd been jerking off alone for so long, he needed to feel another man on top of him. He needed to feel his ass being speared on a fat slab of man meat. "Steve... Thank you so much. You're a good friend - a true friend. Thank you for doing this for us."

"Oh, anytime! Anytime, my friend!" Steve laughed and casually began to undress in front of the cat.

"Oh, god..." Smoo gulped. "I'm actually doing this. I'm... g-going to cheat on him."

"It's his own fault," said Steve as he whipped out his massive bear cock and smacked it across Smoo's cheek. "If he cared about you then you wouldn't be here right now. You'd be at home getting his cock up your ass. Now, come here." He grabbed Smoo by the hair and gave the cat's cheek another smack with his cock, the smaller male moaning submissively before opening his mouth wide and taking the fat head inside him.

"Mm!!" Smoo gasped around its girth. He'd almost forgotten what cock tasted like, how much he loved it. It had been so long since Smoo had sucked his boyfriend off but he could still vaguely remember the taste and he couldn't help but notice how much more manly Steve tasted. It tasted like raw manhood: sweat and musk with a hint of salty pre as that swollen cock head began leaking onto his tongue. Smoo was hard in seconds; hard enough for it to be painful even. He unzipped his shorts and tugged them down, shuffling and wriggling on the couch as he fished his hard, veiny dick out and started furiously stroking himself off while he worked himself further and further down on that huge ursine shaft.

"Oh, you've needed this for a while, haven't you?" Steve asked. He could tell that Smoo had been absolutely starving for cock. Mild-mannered as he was, Smoo could still be a horny little fucker and months without sex had the same effect on him as it would on anyone else.

"Mm! Mrrph!" Smoo kept moaning, pushing himself down as much as he could on Steve's cock and pushing back his gag reflex as it hit the back of his throat. He started bobbing up and down on it, turning his head left and right while his tongue did laps around Steve's girth, slurping it all over and cleaning the head of pre-cum. Steve was both surprised and amused. Seeing the usually introverted Smoo going to down on his cock like this was certainly a sight. Poor guy really had been starving for cock.

Steve took his ears in his hands, holding them tight as he began to hump into Smoo's face. Smoo gave an approving moan, his hand a blur on his cock and his lips wrapped firmly around Steve's member. Within seconds Smoo's hand was a mess of his own pre-cum, wet and sticky, the fur of his fingers becoming matted with the stuff.

"Heh, how could anyone neglect a mouth like this?" Steve chuckled, hips working back and forth in and out of Smoo's maw. "Your boyfriend doesn't know what he's missing. Tsk, a damn shame. Now there's a sinner who needs to find the light of the church right there."

"Mm!" Smoo could only moan in reply, his nose being tickled by Steve's pubic fur and his chin specked with the sweat from Steve's nuts.

"Keep it up, you cock hungry slut," Steve said, watching the needy cat working on his cock. He'd never seen Smoo like this before. Sure, his special extra strength cigar would have had a big effect on the guy, but nothing this extreme this quickly. Steve figured he'd managed to tap into some subconscious part of Smoo's mind, a part of Smoo that knew damn well that the cat needed this, whether it was cheating or not. He'd gone long enough being blueballed and turned down by his own boyfriend; he needed cock! He need a man to use and fuck him, to treat him hard and rough!

Smoo kept at his cock. He was loving the taste. It was so much better than his boyfriend's. There was no doubt in Smoo's mind: Steve was a real man. A strong, beefy man who could actually give him what he so desperately needed. Steve wouldn't leave him blueballed for months on end; Steve would plough his holes like there was no tomorrow. That big, musky stud of a bear...

Smoo was still savouring the taste of Steve's cock when the big, hulking male pulled out of him, a line of drool connecting Smooth's mouth to the head of his cock for a split second. Smoo looked up at him, confused.

"W-what's wrong?" Smoo asked with a concerned tone in his voice.

"Bend over," Steve ignored the question but the command was a good enough answer as any.

"Oh, god," Smoo whined, hurriedly getting into position, bending over Steve's couch and pushing his ass back to present himself to the bear. He looked over his shoulder at the bigger male, his hole aching with need. Smoo gave out a slow, quivering breath. "I need it," he whimpered. "I need it so bad. Fuck me, Steve, please!"

Steve stepped forward, placing his hands on the cat's petite, furry ass and pushing his hips forward. Smoo gave a gasp when he felt that warm, wet head pressing against his tightness. He gripped the back of the couch tight, gulping nervously and bracing himself. Steve was so big - certainly a lot bigger than his boyfriend. He knew he was going to have trouble taking it, but he didn't care; he just wanted Steve's cock so bad, he was desperate for it. He readied himself and gave out a whine when he felt Steve pressing forward, his cock head straining against Smoo's ass. He slipped away a couple times. Smoo's hole was simply too tight for him to easily thrust into him, but Steve was determined. He gripped his fat bear cock while keeping his other hand on Smoo's asscheek. He held his shaft in place and pushed forward once again, his tip grinding across Smoo's entrance and making the cat grunt. Steve was impressed that he wasn't asking for lube at this point; with such a tight fuckhole about to accept such a fat cock he figured Smoo would have at least mentioned something about lube.

He kept pushing and, with a grunt, managed to slide into the cat, both of them moaning out as Steve's cock slid inside Smoo's body, stretching him wide and making the feline cry out.

"Fuck!" he moaned. "Oh, fuck yes, Steve! T-thank you! Give it to me!" He pushed back, letting Steve inch his way inside. He panted and groaned, fingers digging into the couch cushions, his face scrunched up from the pain. He'd passed the point of no return; he was officially cheating on his boyfriend. While he was away working, Smoo was taking another man's cock inside his ass.

"How does it feel?" Steve asked, both hands now gripping Smoo firmly, kneading his cheeks and holding him in place.

"Amazing," Smoo whined, his hole clenching firmly around Steve's manhood. "You're... You're so much bigger than him."

"Bigger than your boyfriend, huh?" Steve smirked, feeling a slight sense of pride hearing that.

"So much bigger," Smoo groaned, still clenching down hard.

Steve drove in hard, hilting the rest of his cock into Smoo's body and getting a yelping moan from the cat. Smoo's own cock was hard and quivering between his legs, leaking pre-cum onto Steve's couch, his tip glistening with the stuff. His whole body was trembling, a mix of pain and pleasure surging through his whole body, his ass already sore from the stretching. Still, he took it all without complaint. Months of forced celibacy had made him so desperate. He didn't care how much it hurt, he just needed Steve to fuck him. He needed to be used and bred, he needed his ass pounded so much.

Steve kept his thick hips grinding against the small feline ass for a bit longer, rubbing his body against the whimpering Smoo's and enjoying the tightness. Smoo really hadn't been fucked in months; he was so incredibly tight, Steve doubted he'd even shoved a finger in himself.

"You want it?" Steve breathed.

"I need it so bad," Smoo whimpered. "Fuck me like he can't... Please?" His voice was pleading; high-pitched and submissive. He was crumbling before Steve's eyes, giving up his willpower in exchange for a good, deep fucking. Steve was more than happy to give the cat what he so desperately needed.

He gave him a few shallow thrusts first, letting Smoo get used to his size before he slowly drew back, sliding over half his cock out of Smoo's feline ass before slamming it all inside him once again.

"Ahhh! Oh, fuck! Steve!!" Smoo cried out, squirming under him and moaning loudly. He buried his head in the couch as Steve began slamming into him with hard, steady thrusts of his hips. He started off slow with heavy, leisurely shoves into Smoo's body, sliding most of his cock out of that tight ass before shoving it all in once again. He grunted and growled loudly, basking in the pleasure coursing through his nethers while Smoo moaned like a bitch under him. Their combined moaning and grunting echoed throughout the apartment; no doubt Steve's neighbours would be able to hear them if they kept up this much loud moaning, not that either of them cared at all.

Steve leaned over him, his chubby body pressing down on Smoo's back while the bear's hands moved around to caress at the cat's body, fingers running through the fur of his pudgy belly as his hips worked back and forth, fucking him hard and deep while his cock head leaked his sticky fluids across Smoo's walls. His hands slowly moved up as he fucked, stroking across Smoo's body and making him shiver at Steve's teasing touch.

"Ah!" Smoo gave out a gasp when he felt those fingers brushing across his stiff, erect nipples, tickling at the overly sensitive things and making him groan. Still fucking, Steve pinched one of them, getting yet another cry from Smoo who just kept squirming, writhing about as Steve began pinching and tugging at his nipples, fingers grinding against them and getting loud whimpers from the cat.

"Fuck!" Smoo whined.

"Feels good, doesn't it?" Steve growled.

"Y-yes!" Smoo moaned out. "Steve, you're amazing!"

"This is what you've been missing out on," said Steve, his fucking steadily growing faster. "All this time you've been waiting for him to fuck you when you should have been looking for better men to show you a good time." Smoo knew that he was right. He'd kept waiting for his boyfriend to finally fuck him, to plough his ass like he needed, but it had all been a waste of time; he should have found some real men to fuck him instead. A real man just like Steve.

He pushed back, letting the bear fill him with cock, every inch of that massive thing being rammed into his ass.

"Harder, please!" Smoo begged. "Breed me, Steve!"

"Want it hard, huh?" Steve chuckled. "Oh, I can do that for you." He picked up the pace, fingers still squeezing at Smoo's nipples, his cock delving deep into his ass. He grunted and growled, sweat starting to drip down his fat, furry body, his musk washing over Smoo and invading his nostrils, mixing in with the mind-numbing scent of his extra-strength cigarettes.

Smoo cast his thoughts back to the last time his boyfriend had fucked him so long ago. He'd had to fake a couple moans back then; he wasn't the biggest guy downstairs. He sure as hell was no Steve. There was no doubt in Smoo's mind: this was the best fuck he'd ever gotten. Steve was so much different to his boyfriend, so much better. Bigger, stronger, a better man overall, not to mention the sheer size of his cock. Smoo lay across the back of the couch basking in the sheer pleasure surging through him as Steve went to town on his ass, breeding and fucking him hard and deep; deeper than Smoo had ever been fucked before. Steve leaned forward, bringing his mouth close to Smoo's neck and moving to nibble at it, the cat gasping out as he was teased and toyed with. The feel of Steve's teeth teasingly rubbing against the fur of his neck made him shake; it was all driving him crazy, so many different sensations washing over him, it was enough to make a guy pass out.

Steve growled as he nibbled on Smoo's neck, the cat whining and bringing an arm up around Steve's shoulders to hold him close, looking over at him with the most submissive look on his face that Steve had ever seen. Steve's cock pulsed and throbbed inside him, his heavy balls preparing to unload inside Smoo's fuckhole, his sack bouncing to and fro along with his swift, hard movements. He pinched at the cat's nipples, squeezing them tight, his growling growing louder and deeper. He was close; he was going to fill his newest bitch's man cunt up with his load.

He kept up the attention to Smoo's nipples as his boiling point swiftly approached, his hips working hard and erratically at Smoo's ass. His whole body grew tense and he gave out a loud moan around Smoo's neck which he was still nibbling on. A moment later and his balls unleashed their contents into Smoo's ass, pumping him full of hot bear seed while Smoo shook and squirmed underneath him. His eyes went wide, he could feel the stuff filling him up; it was as if he'd just gotten a fix of a hefty drug he'd been in dire need of for so long.

"Oooh!!" Smoo moaned; he wanted to do something more, to say something and to thank Steve for filling his ass, but he was too weak to do anything other than moan out, his voice trembling and gargled.

"Fuck, your ass is so good!" Steve growled into his ear, slamming in a few more times, cock twitching and firing rope after rope into Smoo's needy fuckhole. He gave one more ruthless thrust, jamming everything he had into Smoo's ass, his balls thoroughly emptied and Smoo's walls coated in bear cum.

"Ooooh... Oh fuck..." Smoo whimpered. "S...Steve..."

"Was it good for you?" Steve teased with a wide smirk on his face, grinding his hips steadily against Smoo's ass and making sure every bit of his cum had been fired into the cat's ass.

"It was... a-amazing," Smoo panted. He was still hard, his cock begging for attention, covered in his pre and dripping with the stuff. Steve stepped back and let Smoo collapse onto the couch, rolling over and looking up at the bear that had just used him, panting, exhausted, with his cock still sticking up, rigid.

"Looks like someone needs a hand," Steve smirked. He sat next to his bitch and reached over, gripping Smoo's dick and making him gasp at his touch. "Lift your legs for me." Smoo was wondering where this was going but did as he was told, lifting his legs up high while cum leaked out of his stretched ass. With one hand steadily stroking at Smoo's hardness, his over hand went between the cat's legs, a finger pressing against his hole before easily sliding in. After his cock it wasn't much challenge getting a finger inside there. Smoo gasped as he felt the digit pushing into him, the fingertip pressing against his passage and exploring him deep while Steve stroked him off.

"How's it feel?" Steve smirked. He pushed in deeper, ramming the finger in right up to the knuckle and making Smoo whimper and moan.

"So good," Smoo whined submissively, his cock leaking onto Steve's fingers. It was about to get a whole lot better when Steve found what he was looking for, his finger rubbing up against the cat's sensitive prostate and making him gasp out as it was rubbed and toyed with. "Fuck!" Smoo panted, humping up into Steve's grip, his cock throbbing and twitching, pulsing and leaking pre. He looked down into Steve's eyes, his hole clenching and cock throbbing. Steve still wasn't done. He moved forward, bringing his mouth close to one of Smoo's nipples and opening up. His tongue darted forward and flicked across the erect nipple. Smoo went wide-eyed, thrashing about in abject pleasure.

"Ngghh! Unnnf!" Smoo moaned out. He'd never felt this good before; Steve was a wizard at this kind of stuff. He really knew how to turn a guy to putty in his hands. He kept it up, lips closing around Smoo's nipple and starting to suck at it, his teeth occasionally teasing it, not too hard, he wanted to tease the cat, not hurt him. "M-more!" Smoo begged, hips humping and bucking into Steve's hand, ropes of pre-cum shooting out of his aching tip.

"Steve! Y-you'll make me... I'm close...!" Smoo cried out, his body going tense and his hands gripping at the couch. He clenched his teeth and closed his eyes, huffing through his nose. He couldn't hold back anymore. With Steve's finger jammed firmly up his ass and his tongue flitting all over his overly sensitive, hardened nipple, Smoo's body was speeding towards orgasm. He thrust upwards, crying out as he reached boiling point. Steve kept stroking him, looking down and watching as Smoo came all over the both of them, his load splattering across his pudgy body, even managing to shoot across his and Steve's faces as well, covering their fur in his thick, white fluids.

"S...Steve..." Smoo whimpered, sitting back slowly, weak and exhausted, panting as his cum leaked out the tip of his dick. Steve gave him a couple more teasing strokes before showing him mercy and letting go. He glanced down at his hand, now covered in Smoo's seed, and lifted it up to the cat's face. Wordlessly, Smoo started licking his fingers clean, submissive squeaks leaving his mouth as he swallowed his own jizz.

"Good boy," Steve smirked, lowering his hand and stroking at Smoo's leg. "Looks like you came around in the end after all."

"Y-yes... Sir..."

"Father would work well too."

Smoo nodded, "Yes, Father."

"Good boy," Steve chuckled again. They both rested there, Steve picking his cigar back up and puffing away at it casually, both basking in the afterglow. It had only been a few moments after Smoo had cum that they heard a knock on the door and Steve, after giving out a sigh and pausing for a moment, hoisted himself off the couch and went to answer it. He didn't even bother cleaning up or getting dressed, he just answered the door fully in the buff, Smoo's cum still splattered over his face.

"Hey, Steve," Lunar said. "I got this- oh, you're busy..."

"Just finished, actually," Steve chuckled, stepping to the side and letting the tanuki in. "I think we have another addition to our church. Ah, what were you saying?" Lunar looked the naked bear up and down, coughing nervously at the big, intimidating sight of the naked bear, his fat cock dangling between his legs, still wet with cum.

"I've brought a list of people I've enlisted," Lunar said. "As well as some people I'm keeping an eye on who could join us later on."

"Good, good!" Steve beamed. "You've been working hard by the sounds of things." He let the tanuki in before leading him into the living room. Lunar raised an eyebrow when he saw the panting, exhausted cat lying on the couch, Smoo still covered in and leaking cum, groaning weakly and looking up as Lunar stepped in.

"You really did a number on him," he said, coughing a bit as the thick smoke that filled the room wafted into his nose. Steve had his cigar in his hand, puffing idly at it, still naked as ever and looking down at the tanuki.

"So, tell me about these people you found," Steve said casually, as if there wasn't a freshly fucked feline lying on his couch.

"Well, first of all, a boar named Lars," Lunar told him, referring to a clipboard he'd brought along with him as he spoke. "I hired a group to help with him and to bring in some more people on their own."

"Ah, you've been delegating," Steve chuckled. "Very good; very businesslike! But, ah, tell me about this group you hired."

"Oh, Mikhail and his men," Lunar told him. "A group of thugs for hire, really. I gave them some of the cigars you entrusted to me to help them rope more people in."

"You don't say?" Steve chuckled with a smirk on his face that made Lunar shudder a bit.

Steve was particularly interested in how Lunar had given these guys his cigars.

"You mean this Mikhail is going to be smoking them?" he asked.

Lunar nodded, "I figured it would help them pull more people... That's not a problem, is it?" He was a bit worried; he hadn't checked if he was allowed to lend those cigars out to other people, he'd just assumed so. He was worried about rousing the big bear's ire. Luckily for him, Steve didn't seem to mind at all. In fact, he seemed completely on board with the idea of giving these thugs some of his cigars.

"No problem!" Steve chuckled. "No problem at all!" His grin widened. Lunar hadn't thought about this, but the only person who wouldn't be affected by the cigars' smoke was Steve himself. It was made with a mixture of his own musky sweat after all; everyone else, even the smoke himself if it wasn't Steve, would find their minds clouded and their wills faltering. If Lunar had given a box of his cigars out to these guys then they'd be doing his job for him; brainwashing themselves with his custom-made cigars.

Lunar went over what he'd been up to, reporting everything to his big, sweaty leader; recounting how he and Mikhail had used the boar in the back of their van and how they'd thoroughly broken him in. As well as the boat, Lunar had gone on to recruit a few others that day. He went over the names and species. Most of them were all big, thick men, the type Lunar knew Steve would be into. Big, burly guys with big guts and strong muscles, not to mention a good amount of natural body scent. Lunar had done good, far better than Steve expected him to. Lunar couldn't help but notice the twitching of Steve's manhood as he recounted everyone he'd encountered that day. All this talk of attractive men was getting Steve's blood pumping.

"I've gotta say," said Steve. "I'm impressed. Proud even! Nicely done, Lunar. I knew I made the right decision making you my right hand man." Lunar blushed a bit, feeling more than a bit proud at the bear's words.

"I'm glad I've made you happy," he said. "I've written down everyone's details here if you want to look over them yourself..." He passed Steve his clipboard which the hulking bear casually put down on the table nearby, barely even glancing at it. "I just wanted to drop it off before I head home for the night."

"You're not leaving already, are you?" asked Steve. "Why don't you stay a while? Me and Smoo here wouldn't mind the company."

"Er..." Lunar glanced over at the cat who had recovered somewhat. Smoo was looking up at them, a dumb, dazed look on his face. Lunar wondered if he even knew where he was or what was happening; Steve's smoke seemed to have had an extreme effect on the feline.

Lunar coughed politely, "I, um, really should be getting home-"

"I'm not giving you an option," Steve smirked, taking a step closer and exhaling a thick cloud of smoke into Lunar's face.

"Ack! S-Steve, what are you-"

"That's Father to you," Steve grinned. Lunar opened his mouth to protest but his voice failed him. He looked up at Steve, the room spinning, his vision blurring.

"Yes... Father..." he groaned. "What do you wish of me?"

"That's better," Steve smirked. Lunar had already been subject to his regular strength cigars in the past which meant the tanuki's will was already weak and battered; a sudden faceful of the extra-strength stuff Steve was currently smoking was certainly enough to break Lunar's mind in an instant at this point.

Steve stepped forward, placing an arm around Lunar's waist and tugging him close, his hardness grinding against the smaller male's body.

"Stick around, have some fun with us," Steve breathed, the smoke from his cindering cigar wafting into Lunar's nostrils.

"Anything for you, Father," he said. "You are my shepherd, I am your sheep."

"Good boy," Steve chuckled, his grip tightening as he pulled Lunar closer still, leaning forward and suddenly locking lips with him. Lunar groaned and whined, standing there helplessly and letting the bigger male do anything he wanted. That thick, wet tongue delved inside Lunar's mouth, flitting around inside him and exploring his maw, getting deep enough down his throat to make him choke a bit.

Steve's hand roamed over Lunar's back as they made out, moving down and grabbing at that chubby ass of his, groping it through Lunar's pants and giving it a few good, hard squeezes. Lunar could feel Steve's hardness pulsing and twitching against him, smearing his clothes with cum and marking them with the stuff, not that Lunar cared in the least. All he cared about at that moment was giving his leader everything he wanted; Lunar was there to pleasure him, to make him happy, to do every little thing Steve ordered.

Smoo was watching jealously from the couch, idly nursing his growing hard on as he watched the bear that had fucked him just moments ago having his way with another male. The kissing continued for a while; loud, wet and slobbery, the taste of Steve's spit filling Lunar's mouth until the ursine finally pulled back.

"Father-" was all Lunar could say before Steve suddenly gripped him by the back of his head, raising his other hand up high and then shoving Lunar's face into the thick, glistening fur of his sweat armpit. Lunar gave out a loud, high-pitched whimper, his cock twitching in his pants as he got a massive whiff of musk, the scent assailing his nostrils and making his hole body shake.

"Lick," Steve ordered simply. His deep, commanding voice spurred Lunar into immediate action. He opened up and slurped along Steve's pit, licking all over it and getting a good, long taste of the bear's sweat. It was like ambrosia to him; such a powerful, bitter taste, better than anything he'd ever tasted in his life. Lunar was in musky, sweaty heaven.

Steve glanced over at Smoo and noticed the jealous look on the cat's face.

"Oh, you want some too, hm?" he chuckled. Smoo nodded quickly, his mouth drooling.

"P-please..." he whined.

"Ha, I just fucked you and you already want more," Steve chuckled. "Aren't you a greedy little kitty?"

"I can't help it," Smoo whimpered. "I need more of you, Father. Please?"

"Oh, I suppose I can humour you," Steve chuckled, raising his other hand up high. "Come here, boy."

"Prrrrr! Thank you, Father!" Smoo said, hoisting himself off the sofa and faceplanting the bear's armpit, huffing Steve's musk and covering his face fur with sweat.

Steve stood there with his arms raised up high and his two sluts worshipping his pits, their faces thrust firmly into the thick fur of his armpits, their noses sniffing and their tongues slurping while they gave out loud, needy whines and whimpers.

"That's it," Steve chuckled. "How's it taste, sluts?"

"Mrrrph!"

"Mmm!!" The two of them could only respond by groaning around Steve's pits. They kept on licking, their tongues covered in their leader's sweat, the overwhelming taste and scent washing over them and making their legs tremble. Lunar had a very noticeable bulge in his pants at this point, his cock pulsing painfully hard, begging for attention as he stood there with his face shoved into Steve's armpit.

Steve eventually pulled away, much do his sluts' disappointment. He then went over and sat himself down on the couch, gesturing for Smoo to join him. The cat sat next to him and Steve put an arm around his shoulder before nodding to Lunar.

"You won't need those clothes," he said.

"Yes, Father," Lunar said as he began to casually strip himself off at the bear's order. He casually tossed his clothes to the side, his erect cock spring to attention, stiff and rigid, already leaking pre-cum. He was ordered to kneel and he obeyed. On his knees before the big, dominant bear, Lunar looked up into Steve's eyes as his master sat there, an arm around Smoo's shoulder and his fat cock twitching just inches away from Lunar's face. Before he gave Lunar the honour of sucking his cock, however, Steve pressed his feet against the tanuki's face, the smaller male gasping as once again his fur was covered in Steve's scent, the smell flooding his nostrils once again.

Lunar began nuzzling those sweaty feet, raising his hands up to caress them while Steve leaned in towards Smoo and treated him to a deep, forceful kiss. Their tongues danced and their spit mixed, the cat going limp and letting Steve do whatever he wanted with him, the two sitting there while Lunar worshipped his master's feet. Steve soon reached down and took Smoo's needy dick in his hand, the cat squirming at the bigger male's touch as Steve began pumping at his maleness, the kiss continuing, their tongues still jammed firmly down each other's throats. The obscene, wet noises of Steve's hand working up and down Smoo's cum-slick shaft filled their ears, his hand working steadily up and down the cat's length and eliciting more submissive moans from him.

"Sit?" Lunar soon spoke up, gazing at Steve's cock with desire in his eyes, his face now covered in Steve's sweat, the musk clinging to his fur. He was going to reek of Steve's body for a while...

Steve looked down at him, "Yes, pet?"

"I need to suck it..." Lunar gulped, still gazing at what Steve had to offer.

"Heh, is that right?" Steve chuckled, taking the base of his dick in his hand and spreading his legs wide, presenting his rigid bear meat to the tanuki. Lunar shuffled forward, nodding quickly, an irresistible need building up deep inside him.

"Come here," Steve ordered, giving his dick a few tugs. Lunar leaned forward, bringing his muzzle close and then opening his mouth, at which point Steve stopped him. "Ah! Not yet." He slapped his dick against Lunar's nose, grinding his shaft against the needy tanuki. "Sniff it." Lunar did as ordered, huffing at Steve's cock and basking in the scent. His master's musk was like a hefty drug to him, something he just couldn't get enough of. He kept sniffing, breathing in deeply and letting the musk invade him.

"You need it, pet?" Steve smirked.

"Yessir," Lunar whimpered. "I need it so much." Steve rubbed his cock against Lunar's lips, teasing him mockingly, his shaft pulsing and throbbing. Finally, Steve decided to show his pet some mercy and gave him what he needed so bad.

"Now, lick it," he said. Lunar got to work immediately, his tongue darting against Steve's cock and swiftly moving up the shaft to slurp at the cum-covered cock head, tasting and savouring the salty stuff. Lunar had to resist the urge to just go for it and get Steve's cock jammed deep down his throat. He'd been ordered to lick it and nothing more, and he didn't want to upset his master.

He kept it up, slobbering on Steve's cock and savouring the taste, groaning loudly and obediently following Steve's orders until he finally heard the words he wanted to hear.

"Suck on it," Steve grunted. Hungrily, Lunar went for it, opening wide and taking the fat, girthy bear cock in his mouth, wrapping his lips around it and moaning in submission, breathing in deep through his nose as he pushed himself down on Steve's manhood.

Steve bucked his hips upwards, his hand still on Smoo's cock, pumping it up and down and making the horny cat writhe for him. They both watched Steve's cock disappearing down Lunar's throat, the tanuki eagerly bobbing up and down on the impressive thing, his tongue flitting all over the tip and shaft, cleaning it of its thick pre-cum.

Meanwhile, Steve's fingers were coated in Smoo's fluids, a mix of pre and excess cum coating the cat's shaft and being wiped off across Steve's fingers as he continued to stroke. The two of them were putty in his hands. To think, just a couple days ago they didn't want anything to do with any of this. Lunar was indifferent and Smoo was such a good, loyal boyfriend that he'd never dream of cheating on his lover... And now look at them. Smoo squirming submissively on his couch while Lunar gorged himself on Steve's cock. He sucked it desperately, mouth working up and down the aching shaft, taking every inch Steve had to offer. Lunar choked a bit, barely able to take the whole thing, but he tried nonetheless. He wanted to pleasure his master after all, he just couldn't give him a half-hearted blowjob.

The sounds and scents of sex flooded the room, invading their senses and echoing throughout Steve's apartment. The slurping, whining and moaning growing louder and louder just as Steve's stroking grew faster, eliciting more whines from Smoo who once again felt his load building up, his furry balls preparing to unload at any second.

"Sir!" he gasped. "M-Master! Father!" Smoo gripped the couch cushions tight, thrusting his hips up with a quivering gasp, his body reaching boiling point and erupting all over him, coating his tubby body with his cum, once again brought to a mind-numbing climax as Steve smirked down at him.

"Putty in my hands," the bear chuckled under his breath.

He allowed Lunar the privilege of touching himself which the tanuki quickly took, gripping his cock tight and jerking himself fervently as he sucked on Steve's manhood, whining and whimpering as he tasted the fat thing, tongue desperately working all over it. Lunar didn't last long. The lust and sheer arousal coursing through his body had him cumming in a matter of seconds, his cock firing his load all over the couch, a few ropes splattering across Steve's legs and matting his fur in the stuff.

"Mmm!" Lunar whined, his stroking slowing to a stop, his muffled panting turning heavy and ragged and his hand finally leaving his spent, dripping cock.

Spent as he was, Lunar continued sucking on his master's dick, bobbing his head up and down like a good slut while Steve kept humping into him, grinding his hips against Lunar's face and thrusting in time with his bitch's bobbing until he once again felt another load of thick bear cum building up. He gripped Lunar by the back of the head and forced him down on his shaft, ramming every single inch of his girthy dick inside him and down his throat.

"Fuck!" Steve gasped out, finally reaching his peak and emptying his nuts down Lunar's throat, pumping him full of the stuff, his balls throbbing as he fired rope after rope inside him. Lunar accepted it all, swallowing everything his fat bear master had to offer him.

"That's the stuff," Steve grunted, bucking his hips one more time before pulling out and sitting back on his couch, his cock leaning cum down his shaft and onto the fur of his balls, the stuff dripping off him and staining his couch. Lunar knelt on the floor, coughing and spluttering, jizz leaking down his chin.

"T-thank you, Father," Lunar gasped.

"Anytime, pet," Steve chuckled. "Oh, and keep up the good work, by the way. I'm very impressed by how well you've been doing." He gave a wink and Lunar blushed a bit, pleased to be satisfying his master in more ways than one.

"Now, your father needs to rest, so, off with you both! Go on, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here." Steve sat back to bask in his afterglow, his two bitches nodding and getting up to collect their clothes. Smoo had just put his pants back on when Steve stopped him. "Oh, Smoo! I meant to ask you... What's your boyfriend look like?"

"Oh, um..." Smoo thought for a moment before fishing his phone from his pocket. "I have some pictures..." He swiped through his gallery before finding a good one and showing him.

Steve smirked, "Not bad. Not bad at all." Smoo's boyfriend was a rabbit, sandy-yellow fur with a bit of a beer gut on him. Though, what caught Steve's attention was what he was wearing... The picture was of Smoo and his boyfriend at the beach, both wearing nothing but their speedos, tight and gripping their crotches firmly. "Nice choice of swimwear." Steve chuckled. "Compliments your figures nicely."

"Um, thank you, Sir," Smoo blushed, pocketing his phone and then pulling his shirt on.

He and Lunar turned to leave and Steve called out to the tanuki before he did.

"Lunar! I think I have a new work suit for you to wear."

"Hm?" Lunar gave him a curious look but Steve didn't elaborate further. With that, Steve's sluts were allowed to leave, Steve sitting back on his couch covered in and leaking cum, satisfied and spent.

Steve set out at around noon the next day, climbing into his car and heading off to a nearby bar. He couldn't let Lunar do all the work after all; he was planning on scouting out potential new members of his distinguished church. He was greeted almost immediately upon entering, several of the pub-goers and even the bartender raising their hand in greeting.

"'Afternoon, Father!" the polar bear of a bartender said as Steve took a seat in front of him. "What can I get you today?"

"Something light," Steve said. "It is only noon after all. How about a vodka?"

"Of course, father, anything for you!" the bartender smiled wide. Usually he wouldn't condone drinking so early, but this was the great Father Steve; the vicar who'd been making a name for himself all around town. He was practically famous at this point. He could still remember the first time Steve walked into his bar, smoking that cigar and socializing with the bartender and the rest of the pub goers. He was so friendly, so charismatic. It was nigh impossible not to like him.

The bartender got Steve his drink and struck up a conversation.

"You arrived just in time, father," he said. "We have a musician in who's about to play." He nodded to the small stage in the far centre of the room. This piqued Steve's interest.

"A musician?" he asked. "Come to think of it, I don't think I've ever seen that stage used by anyone."

"Ah, we get a few acts here and there. Comedians, music types and such. Not a lot, but a few. You should stick around to watch."

"I think I will," Steve nodded, gulping down his drink. "So, about this musician... what's he like?"

"Hrrm..." the bartender thought for a moment before answering. "Nice guy. Friendly, kinda shy though. I've heard him play before, he's very talented, I'm sure you'll like him."

Steve nodded, "Sounds cute." He gave a smirk and began wondering what this musician looked like.

"Cute? Well, he has drawn the attention of some of the men around here," the polar told him. "Though I think he's a bit too shy to take anyone up on their, you know... 'offers'."

"I see," Steve said. "You of course don't mind if I smoke?"

"Of course not! Smoke away, father!" the bartender smiled. Steve lit up and one of the other patrons was about to complain about this being a no smoking bar when he noticed who it was doing the smoking, at which point he sat back down and let the vicar continue.

The bartender was about to say something else when he noticed the time.

"Oh! He's about to start now, actually." He nodded to the stage and, sure enough, moments later a big, thick-framed sheep stepped up onto it, holding an acoustic guitar in his arms. He sat himself down on the stool placed in the middle and played a few practice notes. Steve's smirk widened.

"Oh, yes, I like him already," he said, mischievousness oozing from his voice. He took a deep inhale of his cigar and puffed the smoke out towards the sheep. The big guy looked nervous; he clearly had to overcome his shyness in order to perform up there in front of everyone.

After a few moments of prepping, the sheep began to play. The bar fell silent as they watched, drinking and nursing their drinks, watching as the big, fat sheep played his guitar for them all. He was talented; very talented in fact. Steve found himself appreciating the music just as much as he was appreciating this guy's body. Big, chubby and soft; good for groping and squeezing, while the music was soft and mellow, soothing and relaxing. He clearly had a natural talent for music. He'd make an amazing addition to the church. He could imagine it now: days where the sheep would come in to play music for his congregation, the crowd clapping along to the music, everyone enjoying themselves under Steve's watchful eye. He decided then and there that he was going to make this guy's acquaintance. He'd set his sights on the sheep and he was going to be his, Steve had decided.

He listened intently, the big guy strumming away at his guitar, a few people even going to leave tips at the bottom of the stage. The sheep played a few songs over the course of the next hour before his stage time was finally up and the watching patrons began applauding him. The sheep stood up, blushing deeply.

"T-thank you," he smiled, standing atop the stage and letting them clap before stepping off.

Steve stood up; it was his time to shine. He greeted the musician as he approached.

"'Afternoon!" he smiled. "Hope I'm not bothering; I just wanted to say how much of an amazing musician you are."

"Oh! Thank you," the sheep smiled. He was definitely the shy type, he didn't seem too comfortable talking to a stranger like this, but Steve's natural charisma had a way of making people open up to him, and he was sure the sheep would be no different. He extended a hand to him.

"Steve. Father Steve," he smiled.

"Nice to meet you, Steve," the sheep said. "Or, um, Father, I mean..." He paused and then introduced himself. "I'm Oliver."

"Oliver," Steve echoed, idly puffing on his cigar. "A nice name. Cute, even. It suits you." Oliver's blushing grew deeper at the bear's words.

"Steve is a nice name too," he said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. He was even shyer than Smoo, Steve noted. "I'm glad you enjoyed my playing."

"It was great!" Steve smiled. "In fact, we could use a man like you."

"Hm?" Oliver tilted his head a bit. "Are you in a band?"

"Oh, no, not a band; a church," Steve explained. "I was just thinking we could have you come and play for us, like a regular thing. Tell me, are you a religious person, Oliver?"

Oliver hesitated, mulling the question over to himself before answering.

"I'm not sure," he said. "I've never really thought about it." Another pause to think before continuing, "I suppose I'm... curious?" Steve had already whipped out one of his cards and handed it to the sheep who took it, reading it over silently.

"Give me a call sometime, my friend," Steve gave a warm, smile, his cigar smoke wafting from his mouth like a thick mist, making Oliver's nose twitch as it flowed into him.

Oliver gave a bit of a cough and looked up into Steve's eyes.

"Oh, I shouldn't have had that drink before performing," he said. "I feel a bit..." He paused and left the sentence hanging, glancing down at the card and reading over Steve's details. "I'd love to work with you. You seem like a good man."

"Of course I am, it's my job to be a good man!" Steve chuckled and gave the sheep a friendly pat on the shoulder. "You know, I was going to head to my church after I was done here. Would you like to come along?"

"I had plans, but... sure, I can come along. I'd love to see your church."

"Good," Steve said simply, gesturing for the sheep to follow before heading out. The bartender watched them go, waving goodbye to the good father as he headed out with the sheep and his guitar in tow.

They chatted idly as Steve drove, about Oliver's music, about Steve's church and how the bear was going to have to introduce the sheep to this right hand man when they arrived. The church was only a few minutes away and before they knew it they were there, Steve ushering him inside and into his office where Lunar was already waiting.

"Ah, there you are," the tanuki said. "I was expecting you ages ago."

"I was held up," said Steve. "I made a new friend."

"A new...?" It was then that Lunar noticed Oliver standing behind him, a bashful look on the sheep's face. "Oh! Another addition?"

"I certainly hope so," Steve smiled, turning to introduce the two of them. "Lunar, this is Oliver, one helluva talented musician I met today." The two shook hands.

"Lunar Nook," the tanuki smiled.

"Nice to meet you," Oliver said.

"I was thinking we could have him playing for the congregation. Maybe show up a couple times a week and play a few songs for them; people love that stuff!"

"That's a good idea," Lunar nodded. "Events like that are bound to attract more people to us too."

"Exactly!" Steve beamed. "So, Oliver, what do you say to playing for us today? We do have mass soon, I'm sure the people would love to hear your playing."

Oliver was a bit nervous, but he didn't want to let his new companions down, and he did enjoy playing for people, and so he nodded with a smile.

"I'd like that," he said.

"Excellent!" Steve said with a wide grin. He swung his arm around Oliver's shoulders and gestured him into the church's main hall. "We'll be starting any minute now, come along, big guy." He was about to head out when he remembered something and turned to Lunar.

"Oh! I have something for you." He fished something out of his robes and passed it to Lunar.

"Clothes?" Lunar asked, confused.

"Your new work outfit," Steve explained. Lunar held it in his hands.

"It's... a speedo..." he said. Steve just looked at him expectantly. "You want me to... wear this? Around the church?"

"Well, that's what a work outfit is for," Steve smirked.

"But-" Lunar was about to protest when their eyes met and he suddenly felt the sheer force of Steve's overwhelming presence. There was something more than just charisma behind Steve's gaze, something that had Lunar's willpower crumbling in a split second.

Lunar suddenly felt tiny and helpless while Steve appeared massive and intimidating, the bear's mere gaze overwhelming the tanuki.

"I'll put them on," he said. Steve watched as Lunar stripped down, Oliver standing nearby with a confused look on his face which Steve quickly noted.

"Oh, don't worry, this is completely normal, you don't have to worry about it," Steve said, looking over at the sheep.

"I... understand..." he said. He then gave out a soft groan, "I think that drink I had earlier is still messing with me..."

"Ah, you're fine. Some guitar playing will take your mind off it." Steve gave him a wink and led him outside into the main hall with Lunar soon following them, dressed in nothing but his new skimpy outfit.

There were already a lot of people gathered there, sitting on their pews and awaiting their vicar. It was a much bigger crowd than Oliver was used to. He'd usually play for a crowd of a dozen or so people at bars and such, but there was a good more than a dozen people here. He gulped but pushed on. He could do this; nervous and shy as he was. He just had to focus on playing. Steve stepped up in front of the crowd and addressed them.

"My dear, precious flock!" he said, arms outstretched. The people who had been chattering amongst themselves instantly fell silent and gave Steve their full attention. "Thank you for joining me today. As always, it's a pleasure seeing you all and I hope you're all keeping safe and well!" He looked over his congregation, smiling wide, his crowd all looking up at him with adoration in their eyes. He kept speaking, "First of all, I'd like to welcome a new member to our flock." He gestured to the sheep nearby. "I'd like you all to meet Oliver, a talented young man I met earlier today." Oliver opened his mouth to greet the people but was too nervous to say anything, and so he just raised his hand in greeting to them, smiling bashfully.

"Oliver is a guitar player," Steve continued. "And has graciously offered his services to our church. Isn't that right?"

"Um, y-yes," Oliver nodded, gulping nervously and looking out over the congregation. So many people, and they were all looking at him...

"Now, without further ado, let our new friend serenade you all." Steve looked to Oliver and then nodded to Lunar who quickly grabbed a chair and pulled it into the middle of the stage for Oliver to sit on while he played.

Oliver sat with his guitar, still looking out at all the people gazing back at him expectantly. He'd never played for a crowd this big before, there were a lot more people there than in any of his pub gigs.

"Just focus, you can do it," Oliver muttered to himself, toying with the strings of his guitar and giving them a few test plucks. "Okay... Here it goes..." He started playing while Steve and Lunar stood back to let the sheep do his thing. Oliver played something slow and smooth, something light-hearted and calming. The crowd was enthralled, staring up at the newcomer and silently appreciating his expert playing.

Oliver played a few songs for the crowd and was halfway through his second when Steve stepped up behind him and placed his two strong, firm hands on his shoulder's. Oliver kept playing, though he felt the father's watchful eyes on him, boring into him. He could feel Steve's presence wash over him from behind, powerful and overwhelming, unlike anything Oliver had ever felt. Oliver hesitated nervously but, not wanting to disappoint the good father, kept on playing, fingers working at the guitar strings, dancing around them while the crowd watched on. They all looked up at the two: the sheep sitting there with his guitar while the great, hulking father stood behind him, towering over the smaller male, hands still on Oliver's shoulders. The way Steve stood there had him take on a certain domineering and powerful appearance. The look of a man who had full control over something, or someone in this case. He had a wide grin on his face; cold, calculating, mischievous. Oliver had the crowd captivated and Steve was wondering if maybe he could use the sheep's playing to bring more people into the fold. Oliver seemed to have an innate talent for drawing people's attention that Steve could easily use to his advantage.

The playing went on for a few more songs before Oliver stopped, coughing into his fist to clear his throat and then speaking up.

"Um... Thank you for listening," he said to the crowd. He kept sitting there while the crowd started to clap for him, the sheep blushing at their applause.

"I think they like you," Steve smirked.

"I- I guess so," said Oliver, his cheeks blushing bright pink. He felt the bear's hands rubbing at his shoulders, slowly and gently squeezing and massaging them.

"Why don't we make this a regular thing, hm?" Steve asked. "You come in here, play a few songs for the good people."

Oliver nodded, "I'd like that." he said.

"Good boy," Steve said, his hands still rubbing at Oliver's shoulders.

Now that the playing was finished, Steve went ahead and conducted his mass as usual, addressing the people, quoting bible verses and instilling in them the importance of worshipping certain religious figures - such as your local vicar, for instance. At one point in the mass he stepped down from his stage, voice bellowing throughout the hall as he spoke, speaking to his people about the importance of religious worship and how faith in their vicar would ultimately bring them to salvation. There were a good amount of his people who were brought to tears by his words and sheer charisma. As he approached the pews several of the closest members reached out to touch him, but quickly withdrew when Steve noticed them. He gave a chuckle.

"By all means, feel free to touch me!" he said, his arms outstretched. "I am a generous vicar after all; come, worship me as much as you need!" The closest members of his congregation fell to their knees and crawled over to him, reaching out and tugging at his vestments. The mere act of touching his clothes was an incredible honour to them.

"I touched him! I touched him!" he heard someone gasping after getting a good handful of the bear's robes. Steve stood there, presenting himself to his desperate and loyal people as they all pushed and tripped over each other to touch him, falling to their knees with their arms outstretched in a desperate bid to caress his body.

Oliver watched the scene playing out, shocked at how these people were acting.

"They really like him..." he said to Lunar.

"Steve has a way with people," Lunar told him.

"Yeah, no kidding. They're almost worshipping him."

"Almost?" Lunar asked. "They are worshipping him. They love him. I'm sure you've noticed how charismatic Steve can be."

"Yeah..." Oliver nodded. He was nervous to admit that he was tempted to join them down there. He couldn't explain it, but there was something immensely charming about Steve, something that made Oliver want to drop down on his knees in worship like everyone else, though he was far too shy and introverted to do so with the amount of people there.

"You won't believe how quickly our church grew when Steve took over," Lunar said.

"Oh?" Oliver was curious.

"The church wasn't doing too great before," Lunar told him. "Back then I wasn't even a member, it was Steve who convinced me to join after the old vicar quit and passed the job over to him."

"And Steve made the church successful?" Oliver asked.

"That's right," Lunar gave a nod. "It was amazing the way he worked, how he could get people's attention just by talking to them."

"He is very charismatic," Oliver said. "I got that impression when he introduced himself to me. He has a way with words."

"That's putting it lightly," Lunar chuckled. They both kept watching as Steve's people dropped down and prostrated themselves before him, reaching out to stroke at the hem of his robes while the big bear stood there, basking in the power he had over them all.

Steve stood there for a bit longer, allowing his flock the honour of touching and rubbing him until he finally spoke up once again.

"Alright, my children, that's enough for now," he took a step back, his people groaning and begging for their vicar to stay.

"Just one more touch, Father!"

"Please, Father!"

"We need you, Father!"

They all begged and pleaded, whining pitifully at the bigger male who just stood above them, looking down at his flock with a warm smile on his face.

"Now, now," he said. "It doesn't do to overindulge. Remember to come to our next mass and you can touch all you want."

"Thank you, Father! We love you!" one of his people cried out from the back of the crowd. With mass officially over, Steve began ushering his faith-blind people out, despite their pleas to spend more time with him. Once the church had been cleared out, he returned to Oliver and Lunar.

"I've never seen them act so ravenous before," said Lunar.

"I guess they just couldn't resist me," Steve chuckled.

"It was nice of you to let them touch you like that," said Oliver. "I don't think most vicars would have allowed them to."

"Well, I have to give the flock what they desire, don't I?" Steve grinned.

"That's very kind of you," Oliver said.

"What can I say? I'm a kind person," Steve winked.

They idled about a bit more, chatting amongst themselves until Oliver noticed the time.

"Oh! I need to be heading home, it's getting late," he said, picking up his guitar as he spoke.

"I'll call you," said Steve. "We can arrange another time for you to play for us."

"Sure!" Oliver said. "I had fun playing today. It was, um, a bit scary playing for all these people though..."

"But you managed," Steve said. "And they all liked you, you heard them clapping. You're just naturally talented."

"Thank you," Oliver said in an awkward tone. He wasn't used to people being so forward with him. With that, he said goodbye to Lunar and the vicar before heading off, leaving the bear and tanuki alone together.

"Hey, Steve," said Lunar. "Me and Oliver were talking, and it got me wondering... What gave you the idea to take over the church like this in the first place? I take it it's more than some kind of responsibility you feel towards religion?" Steve shook his head.

"I guess I never did explain my motives to you, did I?" Steve chuckled. Lunar waited patiently for him to continue, Steve rubbing his fuzzy chin and thinking about how to put this into words.

"To put it simply," he told him. "I've always wanted a position of power. I've always wanted to have control over people. I want to feel untouchable; I want people to worship me. Just like they just were, actually."

"Seems like everything's working out quite well for you then."

"Oh, better than I ever imagined," Steve smirked wide. "The way those people just dropped to their knees, begging to touch me... That's the kind of power I've always wanted."

"So, what made you feel that way?" asked Lunar. "Did you just wake up one day and decide you wanted to be powerful?" He was legitimately curious. While talking to Oliver he'd realized that he knew very little, next to nothing even, about Steve's motives or why he'd suddenly decided he wanted to be a vicar of all things.

"It was more than just randomly deciding it like that," said Steve. "One day, years ago, I was watching TV in my apartment and ended up falling asleep. When I woke up there was some documentary about modern day religion playing, and I was about to change the channel... But then they played some footage of a priest doing his thing. You know, preaching to his church and everything, and the way everyone was acting towards him... Well, it piqued my interest, I'll tell you."

"How do you mean?" asked Lunar.

"The way they all looked up to him," Steve explained. "The way they all listened to every word that priest said. He could have said anything and they'd have listened, and he could have told them to do anything and they'd have done it... _That's_when I got the idea for all this."

"You wanted to be like that priest?"

"Oh, no," Steve said. "I wanted to be better. I wanted to be bigger than him, and now I am. You saw how everyone acted when I so much as got close to them... But I want to be bigger. I can have the whole town eating out the palm of my hand if I keep going like this. People already recognize me on the streets, in bars and everything. Hell, I got a free drink this morning out of respect."

Steve had a wide smirk on his face; he knew how well his plans were coming together. He already had such a huge following of people who would worship the ground he walked on.

"Give me just a bit longer," said Steve. "And I'll have this whole town wrapped around my finger, you'll see." A week or so ago Lunar wouldn't have thought capable of getting the whole town under his control, but after everything the tanuki had seen he was convinced that Steve was more than capable of doing it.

"Now," Steve said, fishing his phone out of his robes. "I need to get going. I'm expecting a guest at my apartment soon."

"Oh? Another one of your followers?" Lunar asked.

Steve nodded, "Khorax. You remember him? You're the one who recruited him after all."

"The skunk," Lunar nodded. "Yeah, I remember."

"I invited him over today," said Steve, double checking the time before putting his phone away.

"Anything planned for him?" Lunar asked, raising a curious eyebrow.

"We'll have to see what happens," Steve smirked. "Keep at your job, Lunar. You know what to do."

"I'll see if I can bring in more people," Lunar said.

With that, the two of them parted ways, Lunar putting his regular clothes on over what was generously called his work clothes before heading out into town to recruit more people while Steve drove back to his apartment. He was already cooking up plans for Khorax, that big, fat skunk.

He still had about half an hour before the skunk was due to arrive and so he sat on his couch, watching TV with a cigar in one hand, sitting back with his legs spread, patiently waiting for his guest to arrive while dozens of lewd ideas ran through his head. Kho was a big man; a big, strong guy. Lunar had really hooked a prize catch with that one.

He was halfway through his second cigar when he heard a knock on the door and hoisted himself up off the couch.

"Showtime," he said with a grin. He answered the door with a wide grin and welcomed the hulking skunk into his home.

"Come in, come in!" Steve said. "You're early. Couldn't wait to meet me, eh?"

"Ha, I guess not!" Kho said, shaking the bear's hand before pulling him close for a great, squeezing hugs. "Nice to see you, Father! How've you been?"

"Good! Very good in fact!" Steve chuckled, ushering the skunk inside and closing the door after him.

"That's great!" Kho smiled, his nose twitching at the thick scent of cigarettes that swiftly filled his nostrils. "Whew! I'd recognize the smell of cigar smoke anywhere, though yours smell kinda different. It's got a... musky smell to it, I think. Like body sweat... Oh! Er, not that that's a bad thing or anything!"

"Ha, I take it as a compliment!" Steve gave out a loud, cheerful laugh. "Personally, I can't stand deodorant. Give me some good, thick body musk any day; much more attractive!"

"Your damn right, father!" Kho laughed, patting the big bear on the shoulder.

"Speaking of musk," said Steve, drawing close and giving the air around Kho a few sniffs. "You're smelling particularly manly today, my friend."

"Why thank ya!" Kho smiled. "That's just my natural body smell; us skunks are masters of musk!"

"Heh, apparently so," Steve grinned, taking in a long, deep inhale of Kho's body scent, his nose twitching in approval.

"I like a man with a good scent," Steve said, slowly taking an inhale of his cigarette and leisurely exhaling the thick, mind-bending smoke. It was time to make his move. "So, is there a Mrs Kho?"

"Ha! Nah," Kho shook his head. "I don't swing that way. I ain't got a mister either."

"Oh, is that right?" Steve asked.

"I guess I'm just not ready to settle down," Kho told him. "Too much fun to be had before that, right?"

"Very much so," Steve said in a low, teasing voice. He looked Kho up and down, admiring his thick, chubby body his mouth almost watering at the mere thought of having him. "You know, I think I've got the perfect way to welcome you into our flock."

"Do you, now?" Kho smiled back at the bear, the two big males stepping close to each other, their bellies pressing together and their eyes locked. "And what might that be?"

"Heh, come here, my child, and I'll show you." They went for each other, lips locking and tongues delving into the other's mouth. Kho could taste the cigar smoke on Steve's tongue as his own wet appendage explored the ursine's eager maw, his thick hands going to stroke and caress at Steve's body. They groped each other, Steve still holding his cigar in one hand while his other went to rub at the chunky skunk. They grabbed and squeezed at each other's bodies, both of them now sporting growing bulges in their pants and moaning loudly around the other's lips.

They huffed and groaned, their cocks pulsing in their pants. Steve could also taste the taste of smoke on Kho's tongue; apparently the skunk had treated himself to a cigar before arriving, but Steve certainly wasn't complaining. He basked in the tastes and the smells that flooded his senses and made his cock throb harder still, the inside of his underwear soon becoming damp with his pre-cum. They brought their hands down, both giving out a moan when they felt their packages being groped at. Kho's body wasn't the only thing that was big about him. Only semi-hard and yet Steve could already tell that he was really packing down there: a big, fat skunk cock. They squeezed and groped, humping against each other's grip while their tongues continued to dance, spit mixing and their tastes mingling.

This guy was amazing. The way he tasted, the way he smelled... Steve could have blown in his pants right there simply from making out with the guy. They eventually pulled back, needy and lecherous looks on both their faces.

"This way to my bedroom, stud," Steve winked and led the big, hot skunk down the hallway and into his bedroom. The two wasted no time in stripping down; the door had barely closed before Steve had begun tearing his clothes off, placing his cigar down in a fancy glass ashtray while he did. Moments later and their clothes were lying together in an untidy heap on the floor and they both once again lunged for each other. Steve pushed Kho against the wall, their naked, chubby forms grinding together, their cocks smearing each other in their pre as tongues met mouths once again.

"Mmm! Mrrrr!" Steve growled in excitement, humping against Kho's body while the skunk brought his hands around and grabbed the vicar by his fat, furry asscheeks

"Father!" Kho gasped, lust oozing from his voice. He took in a deep breath and let the kissing continue, his fingers kneading Steve's cheeks while the bear brought a hand down to grab at Kho's girthy cock. He squeezed it tight and began pumping at the big thing, his stroking getting grunts of approval from Kho whose hands were still having fun exploring Steve's ass and spreading those chubby cheeks wide. Within moments Steve's fingers were coated in Kho's pre-cum, his fur wet with the stuff.

Steve's hole began to tingle as they stood there fully naked, making out and groping each other. He needed this skunk's cock inside him. Steve wasn't above bottoming; he wasn't a sole top, he could power bottom like the rest of them. A fat, musky cock in his mouth felt just as good as having his own cock jammed up some tight bitch's ass. Steve pulled out with a gasp and pulled Kho towards his bed, sitting the big guy down on the edge and spreading those thick legs of his before kneeling between them.

"I need to give Lunar a raise for finding you," said Steve, staring in awe at the cock presented to him.

"I didn't know you were so hungry for cock, Father," said Kho, taking the base of his member in his grip and spreading his legs wide to give the bear enough access to it.

"How can I not be hungry for such a perfect dick?" Kho licked his lips and reached out. He held the shaft tight and moved forward, slurping along it and getting a soft, approving breath from Kho who leaned back and pushed his hips out. Steve's tongue worked all over it, hungrily lapping up the thick, salty pre-cum and cleaning the skunk's manhood. He took every drop of the stuff inside him and gulped it all down before moving on to the tip and wrapping his lips around it.

"Ooh! Father!" Kho gasped, gripping the bedsheets tight as Steve began suckling on him, swiftly bobbing his head up and down on it, groaning with need and listening to the pleasured groans and moans coming from the other male. Steve took the cock like an expert, moving steadily down the shaft and slurping at it the whole time. Inch after inch of aching skunk cock was pushed down the vicar's throat while Kho sat there, moaning out with his toes curling and cock pulsing against Steve's tongue.

"You're amazing at this!" Kho grunted and began humping up into Steve's face, balls bouncing up and down along with his movements. Steve gave a muffled moan and kept on sucking, soon managing to hilt the cock down his throat with his chin pressing firmly against Kho's heavy, dangling nuts. He began to work up and down it, one hand on Kho's base while the other cupped and teased that fat sack. Steve was driving him wild. Kho was already starting to sweat from the intense, overwhelming pleasure surging through his body as Steve worked at his length.

The bear savoured his taste, letting the musk smear across his tongue, his lips sucking long and hard at the twitching thing and coaxing more and more pre-cum from the swollen tip with every second that passed. Steve's movements quickly grew faster, his tongue tickling at Kho's cock head and making him shiver and writhe.

"F...Father...!" Kho grunted, a hand going to grip the bear's head, his body going tense and his hips humping fervently up and down. He thrust his cock down Steve's throat as he worked up and down, looking down and watching his vicar sucking eagerly on his manhood, driving him closer and closer to climax.

Kho tilted his head up, a wide smile on his face, his eyes closing to bask in the pleasure coursing through his body. He panted loudly, his thrusts becoming erratic and irregular. Steve could tell he was close and he was determined to have the big guy's load firing down his throat.

He kept up his sucking, hand pumping at the bottom of Kho's shaft and his other still playing with those furry balls. He gripped, squeezed and tugged at them; this was the best blowjob Kho had ever gotten.

"More...!" Kho moaned. "Oh, fuck, Father! You're a natural!" He gritted his teeth, hands balling into fists and his cock preparing to unload his balls into Steve's eager, waiting mouth.

Steve moaned out when he felt the first drops of cum hitting his tongue, leaking from Kho's cock head before a flood of cum hit him hard, filling his maw in an instant. Steve gave out a gasp, still pumping at Kho's cock to treat himself to as much of the hot stud's cum as possible. The stuff leaked out the sides of Steve's mouth and trickled down his chin; he wasn't expecting Kho to cum so much, he was slightly taken aback by the sheer amount of the stuff. He swallowed a few loads before pulling back and letting Kho paint his face with the rest of his seed, both males moaning with shaky and horny voices.

"Now that's the taste of a real man," Steve said, licking his lips.

"I'm glad I impressed you, Father," Kho smiled, giving his cock a few more tugs.

"I hope you're not completely out of juice just yet," said Steve. He stood up with a grin, his own hardened bear cock hard and leaking, his ass tight and desperate for attention.

"I think I've got a round two in me," said Kho. He watched as Steve climbed onto the bed and knelt on all fours, presenting his furry ass to the skunk and shaking it teasingly at him.

"Come, my child," said Steve. "Come and breed me." Kho's cock gave a twitch as he feasted his eyes on that massive ursine ass in front of him and he quickly clambered onto the bed with him.

"Well, you know what they say," he said, spreading Steve's cheeks to ogle at that tight hole. "A gentleman always knocks before entering." He quickly shoved his face between those cheeks, growling loudly as he began slurping away at Steve's exposed hole.

"Oooh! Ohh, that's it, get in deep!" Steve panted and pushed back against Kho's face, letting the skunk bury his eager tongue as deep inside his asshole as he could get it. Kho made sure to get a good, long taste of the sweaty, musky hole, his cock still rigid and hard as he went to town on it. Kho was talented with his tongue; this wasn't the first ass he'd eaten out and Steve could tell.

Steve began jerking his cock furiously, thoroughly enjoying the long, deep tonguing Kho was giving him. He could feel that warm, wet thing flitting about inside his passage, grinding against his walls and tickling his prostate. Steve's cock oozed pre onto the bedsheets, staining them with the stuff.

As much as he was enjoying the feel of that tongue, Steve's body was soon begging for more. Something bigger; harder.

"Fuck me, my child!" he panted. "Enough foreplay, shove it in me!"

"Mrrrr, yes, Father," Kho said, pulling back shuffling forward to rub his cock against the spit-slick hole.

"Ooh!" Steve gasped at the feel of that girthy thing prodding at his wet entrance. "Do it, my child. Your vicar needs your cock inside him."

"Mm, anything for you, Father," Kho breathed, thrusting forward and burying his cock inside Steve's hole. The bear cried out, voice echoing around the room.

"That's it!" he moaned. "Fill your vicar with your cock! Breed me, my child! Ohh, hallelujah!"

Kho grabbed him by the hips, snarling and grunting, his cock slamming in hard and quickly hilting inside Steve's ass.

"You ready, Father?" Kho breathed.

"Always," said Steve. "Pound my holy ass!" Kho did just that. He began ruthlessly slamming away at Steve's ass, eliciting deafening cries of pleasure from the chubby ursine who kept his asshole clenched firmly around that hardened fuckstick.

"That's heavenly," Steve panted, his hand a blur while he pleasured himself with Kho's cock going balls deep inside of him.

"You're so tight, Father!" Kho grunted, driving himself in deep and hard, his hips slapping loudly against Steve's cheeks. The musk wafted from the bodies of the two males, accentuated by the sweat dripping from them. They both gave off such a thick, dizzying scent and they both huffed the air to get a whiff of it all. Kho had to hold back the urge to cum simply from the heavy smell; he didn't want to blow too early after all, he wanted to really enjoy his vicar's fuckhole.

"Kho! Unnf! My child, that's amazing!" Steve panted. Kho gave his vicar everything he had, ploughing Steve's tightness with no mercy, his pre-cum filling that increasingly stretched hole. Steve felt his own load building up, his balls ready to fire across the bedsheets he was kneeling over. All it took was a couple more thrusts to his prostate to finally push him to boiling point. Tilting his head up, Steve gave one more quivering cry as he reached his peak and fired his hot load all over his bed. His hand continued to pump at his dick as he came, balls throbbing and pumping a dozen massive loads of bear cum from his twitching, veiny cock.

Steve's hand left his cock, his fingers now drenched in cum.

"Keep going," he said. "Don't stop, keep breeding me! Don't stop until you fill my ass!"

"Mrrrph! Yes, Father!" Kho moaned, his fingers digging into Steve's waist, his hips pounding powerfully back and forth, driven on by pure, unrestrained lust. Kho felt the telltale pressure building up inside him, his body ready to unload inside Steve's ass. He pulled the vicar close, ramming everything he had into his hole, every thrust bringing his orgasm ever closer.

He didn't last much longer. Steve's ass was the best thing he'd ever fucked. He thrust his whole cock in, hilting inside Steve and finally pumping that ursine ass full of his cum, load after load being fired inside Steve's body while the bear stayed on all fours and accepted every single drop inside him. Kho was shaking, overwhelmed by his powerful orgasm. He leaned over Steve, grinding his hips against those two asscheeks for a few moments before finally slipping out and collapsing onto the bed next to Steve, panting, exhausted and content. Steve moved to lie next to him, a wide smirk on his face.

"So... was it good for you, my child?" he grinned.

"Father, that was the best sex I've ever had."

"Aw, I bet you say that to all the vicars," Steve chuckled.

"I mean it, I've never had my cock sucked so good before! And your ass - that's the tightest ass I've ever fucked!"

"Heh, flattery will get you everywhere," Steve said. "You know, it's been a while since I've let someone fuck me like that. You did good; I think you'll do well as part of my flock."

"Thank you, Father!" Kho smiled wide. "I'm glad to hear you say so! You know, I dunno what it is, but something about being in your church and part of your flock... I dunno, it just feels right."

"I understand what you mean," Steve nodded. "Many people feel the same; the church calls to them, it's where they belong. It's where_you_belong."

Kho nodded, "You know, I think you're right. The church is where I belong. I belong in your flock, Father."

"I'm glad you agree," Steve said. He sat up and took his cigar from the ashtray, casually puffing away at it while Kho lay nearby, recuperating from his two heavy orgasms.

"I take it we'll be seeing you around the church on a regular basis?" Steve said between puffs.

"Of course," Kho said, lying in the Father's bed and looking up at the naked and dripping bear. "Uh, hey, Father? I wanna thank you for taking me into your flock and all. I feel like I really belong with you."

"Oh, you do," Steve said, his fur wet with musky sweat. "You definitely do. We'll make you feel real welcome, my child."

"I appreciate it," said Kho with a warm smile. Before they could continue the conversation there came a knock at Steve's door that made the two of them jump in surprise.

"Hm... I'm not expecting anyone," said Steve. He had Kho wait in bed before going out to see who it was; he didn't even bother putting on any underwear before opening the door and giving the badger standing there a curious look.

"Good eveni-" the figure stopped when he saw the vicar's nakedness. "Ah... Ahem, am I... disturbing you?"

"Well, I did have a guest over, but that's fine," said Steve. "How can I help you, mister...?"

"Carlos," the badger pulled something from his coat pocket: a badge, which he flashed to the bear. "Detective Carlos."

"Detective," said Steve in a curious tone. "And what does a detective need from a humble vicar like me?"

"You'd be Father Steve, then?" asked Carlos.

"I am."

"That's good; I wanted to ask you some questions about your church."

"Oh?" Steve's curiosity was peaked. Had this strange badger detective taken an interest in him? "Are you interested in joining, Detective?"

"I'm afraid not," said Carlos. "My father's the religious one of the family."

"Is that right...?" Steve said with the slightest hint of a smirk on his face, his mind already picturing what the older badger might look like.

Carlos continued, "It's just that I've noticed a sudden surge in popularity for your church lately."

"Ah, yes, we have had quite a few newcomers, that's true," Steve said with a disarming smile.

"I'm just wondering how you managed it," said Carlos. "It's unheard of for a church to gain so much popularity in such short a time.

"Hm..." Steve feigned thinking for a moment. "I suppose I just have a way with people."

"Is that right?" the badger raised an eyebrow.

"I have been told that I'm quite the charismatic type."

"I see," said Carlos. There was a brief moment of silence where the detective seemed to be sizing the vicar up, scrutinizing him with prying eyes.

"Do you have any more questions?" asked Steve.

"No," said Carlos. "I think I'm good for now. Although, maybe I should pay your church a visit."

"I think we'd like that," Steve smiled. "Why don't you come over tomorrow? We have a certain event planned that I'm sure you'll enjoy."

"An event?" Carlos echoed. "What kind of event?"

"I suppose you could think of it as a sort of special mass," Steve said. "It's set to start around midday. You'll join us, won't you?"

"Yeah, I think I will. I'd like to get a closer look at your church."

"Perfect," Steve said, a shiver-inducing smile on his face. Steve had a mischievous look on his face and the detective could tell that there was going to be something untoward going on at this event. It all just made him want to investigate it more.

"I'll see you tomorrow, then." The badger turned to leave but turned back when Steve called out to him.

"Ah, Detective?" Their eyes met and Steve brought his cigar up to his lips. "Are you certain I can't convince you to join our congregation?" He took a puff, slowly exhaling the smoke into Carlos's face and making the badger's nose twitch.

"I'm- ahem! I'm... quite certain..." Carlos was visibly disoriented, the smoke invading his nostrils and making him cough and splutter slightly. "I... I'm not the religious type." He looked up at Steve with a confused expression. Had the bear always been so big and imposing? Towering over him, powerful and ominous. Carlos shook his head and stepped away. "I need to go. I'll see you tomorrow, Father." He hurried off and Steve watched him go, standing in the doorway and casually puffing away, completely naked and not caring in the least if someone saw him. In fact, one of his neighbours happened to notice him standing there and gave him a warm greeting which Steve returned. He'd see them in church tomorrow.

Steve was humming along with the radio the next day as he pulled up to the church. Today was the day of the big mass: the special event he'd been planning. As he clambered out of his car he started to wonder if the detective from the night before was going to show up. His wondering was answered when he nearly bumped into the badger on his way inside.

"Father," the detective gave a polite nod.

"You made it," Steve smiled. "I'm glad. Part of me was worried you wouldn't be able to show up."

Carlos gave a nonchalant shrug. "I was curious. I wanted to see what this big event you mentioned was all about."

"Is that the only reason you showed up?" Steve asked. Carlos seemed uncertain and uncomfortable, shuffling about and unable to keep eye contact.

"Yes," he said simply. "I was interested is all."

"Hm, I see, I see," Steve said, gesturing towards the church and ushering Carlos forward. "Shall we? Our event should be starting soon." Carlos gave a nod and the two ventured inside.

The church was already filled with a soothing melody from Oliver's guitar, the sheep sitting up on stage strumming away. He looked up when the vicar entered, smiling at him and continuing his playing until Steve and the detective approached.

"Hello, Father," he greeted the bear. "I was just treating our people while we waited for you to arrive."

"They all seem to be enjoying it," Steve said, looking around at his people who, indeed, had been greatly enjoying the sheep's playing. Oliver blushed and smiled bashfully.

"Um, Father?" Detective Carlos spoke up, nose twitching. He could smell something: smoke, mixed in with something else... Sweat? Musk? Carlos questioned the vicar about it.

"Ah, that's just our church's natural smell," Steve chuckled.

"Natural? It smells of cigar smoke," Carlos said.

"I suppose it's just one of those things, hm?" Steve was nonchalant about the whole thing, casually looking around at the air conditioners he'd rigged to pump out his own custom cigar smoke into the room. Steve turned to face the detective who looked back up at him, shrinking away slightly under the intimidating gaze of the bear vicar.

"My flock," Steve spoke up, looking around at the many church-goers who sat on their pews, eagerly awaiting their beloved Father to speak. "It's time for today's special mass!" He kept looking around. His flock had grown so much since he'd come into power. He had so many followers now, so many different species of big, strong men. Bears, pigs and orcs... Wolves, bulls and more, and they all looked up to their Father Steve.

Steve turned his attention back to the detective, leering down at him with a wicked and hungry smirk on his face.

"Now, let me begin today's mass with our guest of honour: Detective Carlos."

"Huh?" Carlos looked puzzled and took a step back as Steve approached, only to be yanked back into place, the towering ursine grabbing him by the hips and leaning in to forcibly kiss him. "Mrrphh?!" Carlos struggled and writhed, eyes wide in shock as he felt the bear's tongue exploring his mouth, their thick bodies pressed firmly against each other and Steve's musky scent overwhelming his senses. Carlos was expecting equal shock from the congregation; this was a church after all. He was expecting gasps of outrage, for people to demand that Steve stop this. But instead, the people cheered and applauded. Out the corner of his eye Carlos could even see some of them starting to obscenely touch themselves through their pants.

"What the hell kind of church is this?" he asked himself, squirming in Steve's grasp, though he found himself starting to weaken, his vision turning hazy. Steve pulled back and Carlos found himself staring at the bear. He looked so strong, so handsome. A strange warmth pulsed through Carlos's body and he suddenly found himself with an unbearable urge to satisfy the vicar, to do everything Steve wanted of him. He shook his head and tried to snap himself out of it. He didn't even like men; he had a wife, even... But he couldn't force the thoughts out of his mind; the thoughts of serving the bear, being one of his flock.

"F...Father..." Carlos breathed. He could see the people around him making uot with each other, groping and touching their bodies, most of them already sporting big, stiff bulges in their pants.

"Father?" Lunar stepped up to them with Smoo at his side. "I see you have a new friend. Will he be joining us?"

"Of course he will," Steve smirked. "Isn't that right, Detective?"

"Yes." The word had left his lips before he'd even had a chance to think about it and he was shocked to hear it pass his own lips. By that point two other figures had joined them: Oliver and Khorax, who both wanted to greet their esteemed vicar before the special mass officially began. The group was all there and very ready for that day's mass.

"I'm looking forward to getting started!" Kho said with a wide grin on his face.

"By all means, enjoy!" said Steve. "Now, let's get our mass into full swing!" One Steve's order, the church-goers all erupted in debauchery. They were making out on the pews, groping and squeezing at each other, the scent of hot, sweaty bodies flooding the room and mixing with the scents being pumped in by the air conditioners. Smoo, the chubby, shy feline, was looking around wondering where to even start in this mess of sex, when Khorax suddenly grabbed him from behind, hands on his hips.

"C'mere, little cat," he grinned, getting a squeak from Smoo as he pulled the smaller man close. Steve watched for a moment as the skunk's hands began roaming over the cat's ample form, groping at his belly before moving up to squeeze at his tits, fingers kneading into Smoo's body. Steve turned back to Carlos, moving in to grab his body and then tugging at his clothes.

"F-Father..." Carlos whined.

"Just relax," said Steve, his voice calm and soothing, yet deep and domineering. His voice echoed in Carlos's ears, the words plugging deep into his mind.

"Relax..." Carlos breathed, gasping when he felt his shirt being pulled from him. All around them people were stripping themselves down. Lunar and Oliver were already fully naked, with Oliver kneeling on the ground with the tanuki's fat cock shoved down his throat. The sheep seemed to be having a tough time taking it all, but he sucked on it all the same, lips wrapped firmly around Nook's shaft and his own stiff cock in his hand.

Both Steve and Carlos were soon fully naked, Steve already fully hard while Carlos's manhood was still growing, semi-hard and twitching. Steve grabbed it, squeezing tight and making the detective whine at his touch.

"Give in to what you want," Steve whispered, his hand tugging at Carlos's hardening badger cock. "Submit to me. Become part of my flock, Detective." Their eyes were locked and Carlos's vision was swimming. His cock pulsed in Steve's grip, growing harder still until it finally reached full mast. Carlos wasn't even aware of the fact the he was drooling the whole time.

Steve leaned in close, the scent and sounds of sex enveloping them from all around.

"Tell me what you want," the bear growled.

"Y...You..." Carlos whined. "I want... I need you. I need your cock, Father. I need it." Steve smirked and gave a slow nod of his head to the badger before forcing him down onto the ground, positioning the detective so that his back was leaning against the side of one of the pews.

Steve grabbed hold of Carlos's head, the badger opening wide and eagerly taking his Father's cock inside him.

"Mm! Urrrf!" Carlos moaned, huffing loudly and bobbing his head up and down the length while Steve thrust forward hard, balls bouncing with his heavy movements.

"Suck on my holy cock!" Steve grunted, thrusting forward and burying himself down Carlos's throat. The rest of the congregation were engaged in various other acts of debauchery; fucking each other, sucking each other off. Steve's church was filled with rutting men and the church was filled with a cacophony of deeply pleasured moans and cries of ecstasy.

Kho and Smoo were nearby, the skunk having bent Smoo over one of the pews and was now hammering his tight, tubby ass.

"Bet yer boyfriend can breed like this, eh?" Kho grunted.

"F-fuck no!" Smoo whined with need. "H-he's not half the man you are! Oh, fuck! G-give it to me harder!" The cat's usual introversions seemed to dissipate when he had a cock up his ass, giving way to an irresistible, primal need for dick. Kho was ready to give him exactly what he needed and continued ploughing and using Smoo's fuckhole.

An orgy unfolded around them. Countless men going to town on each other's asses, sucking cock with a desperate need, bending over the pews and offering their needy holes to anyone who wanted to take them. A cacophony of lewd sounds echoed around the church: moans and yelps, loud slapping and squelching sounds as asses were fucked and dicks were sucked on. Steve glanced over to the side and caught sight of Oliver lying on the floor, his mouth and ass filled with cock, his fat belly bouncing and shaking as the big, horny men used him. His holes weren't the only thing being occupied: he had a cock in each hand, a pair of fat, aroused males kneeling next to him while the needy sheep stroked them off.

Steve couldn't help but smirk. Oliver seemed like such a shy, mild-mannered guy, and now Steve had turned him into nothing more than a slutty little bitch to be used. He loved that. He loved corrupting innocent guys like Oliver and Smoo, watching them change from being polite and shy to shamelessly begging for cock. Oliver had four cocks all too himself, his mouth eagerly sucking on the one in front while his ass took every inch of another, clenching down tightly around it. Meanwhile his fingers were soaked in pre-cum, the sticky stuff clinging to his digits as he worked eagerly up and down those fat shafts.

Steve revelled in the debauchery being carried out all around him. Steve had been in plenty of filthy situations in the past, and a gangbang wasn't new to him, but this had to be the dirtiest gangbang he'd ever participated in. A church full of religious men desperate for a good fucking, corrupted by their beloved vicar and now fully giving in to their primal needs and baser instincts. Once proud men of God, now debasing themselves and spreading their legs for other men; it was one helluva power trip for Steve. These people all worshipped him, perhaps more than they worshipped their own God. Hell, in their eyes, Steve was God. An almighty, benevolent father figure who they looked up to, who they'd do anything for and who gave them everything they ever needed, namely: cock and some good, hard fucking.

Steve was still balls deep down Carlos's throat, pistoning away and listening to the muffled, groaning gasps coming from the thick-framed badger. His low-hanging balls bounced against Carlos's furry chin as he pushed forward hard, ramming everything he had into his newest slut's face and pouring pre-cum into the whore's mouth. His ears picked up the familiar sound of Lunar's moaning. The tanuki was currently having his ass seen to by a hairy orc twice his size who had him bent over a nearby pew as he pummelled Lunar's prostate with furious, powerful thrusts of his strong, green-skinned hips.

Steve watched his right hand man having his ass ploughed while he himself kept pounding into Carlos's face, jamming his shaft down the badger's throat and making him suck on his dick long and hard, the attention coaxing him towards orgasm. He fucked harder, grunting and growling, looking back down at Carlos as his balls tensed and prepared to unload their contents into the needy badger's mouth.

"Mrrrph!" Carlos moaned, throat bulging from the intrusion. He gasped and huffed, Steve's scent flooding and assailing his nostrils, making his vision spin. He could sense that Steve was close and barely had time to prepare himself before he found his maw flooded with hot bear cum. He grabbed hold of Steve's waist, squirming around as he was filled up, the taste hitting him suddenly: musky and salty, his tongue covered in the stuff. Steve didn't even need to give him an order before he was gulping his seed down, groaning weakly as he took it all down his throat, a few drops of the stuff leaking down his chin and staining his fur.

Steve humped into him, emptying the last few ropes of cum into his bitch before his movements slowed to an eventual stop.

"Ooh, that's good," Steve grunted, grinding his hips against the badger's face. He ordered his furry whore to clean his cock and Carlos quickly obeyed, his tongue doing laps around the shaft and slurping up any excess cum before Steve finally pulled out of him. "Good little bitch, but I'm not done with you yet." He had Carlos turn around and bend over to present the vicar with that huge, tempting ass of his. Licking his lips, Steve knelt down behind him, but not before glancing over just in time to see Oliver being covered in cum from the two cocks he'd been stroking off. Steve smirked; the horny sheep was quickly covered in the stuff, but still he needed more. Letting go of the two cocks he'd been pleasuring, Oliver quickly grabbed two more and quickly got to work.

Steve looked back at the ass in front of him, grabbing a cheek in each hand and spreading them wide. He gave an impressed whistle. Carlos had such a nice, tight, juicy ass. He was a virgin too, from what Steve could tell. Perfect. He pushed forward and buried his face in that musky badger ass, taking a huge whiff of the scent before attacking the hole with his tongue. Carlos yelped at the attention, the warm appendage slurping all over him and delving deep inside his body, tickling his walls and exploring his passage while Carlos squirmed and writhed, his cock rock hard and leaking pre onto the pew below him.

"Father!" he moaned, pressing back so that the bear's tongue could get as deep inside him as possible. "Oh, thank you, Father! This is amazing!" He was overwhelmed with pleasure, gasping loudly as his ass was tongued and eaten out. After a good amount of slurping Steve decided to quit with the teasing and move on to give Carlos what he really wanted: a hard cock up his virgin fuckhole.

He got into position, keeping those cheeks spread as he pushed forward and rubbed his leaking cock all over that exposed, spit-covered hole before thrusting into him, forcing his cock deep into Carlos's badger ass and making him cry out in submission.

"Ahh!! Oh, Father Steve!" Carlos moaned, gripping the back of the pew while his ass clenched around Steve's manhood. "Breed me, Father!" He pushed back, shivering with pleasure as he was filled up with bear cock. It felt amazing, like nothing he'd ever experienced. He let himself be used by the bigger male, his hole being stretched around Steve's girth, his body accepting it inch after inch. Steve gave a grunt as he managed to hilt inside Carlos's ass, every single millimetre of his cock jammed firmly inside the badger's hole.

"Beg," Steve ordered. Carlos immediately obeyed.

"Breed me, Father, I beg you!" Carlos cried out. "Use my ass! It's yours, your property! You own me!"

"You're damn right I do," Steve smirked and began ploughing away, pistoning in and out of him ruthlessly while the rest of the orgy continued around him. Lunar was currently being filled with cum just as another male jammed his cock down the tanuki's throat. Kho had since flooded Smoo's feline form with his seed and had handed the cat off to a couple other guys who were currently having their fun with him, meanwhile Oliver had been filled up several times over. Barely a second went by when they weren't being fucked or fucking someone else. They didn't even need a moment's rest after cumming, they just kept going, pleasuring the other members of Steve's congregation with whatever they had to offer.

Carlos kept moaning, his cock pulsing, a pressure building up inside of him as Steve's cock slammed against his prostate, never letting up for a moment.

"Oh, Lord!" Carlos cried out, eyes going wide. He couldn't hold back; he was going to blow. With a quivering moan, Carlos found himself humping into the air as he reached climax and erupted all over the pew he was bent over, pumping load after load all over it while Steve kept pounding away at him.

"That's it, good slut, cum for me! You ready to take my holy seed, my child?"

"Yes, Father! I need it! Fill me, please!"

He didn't have to wait long for Steve to give him what he so desperately needed. That tight little fuckhole of his quickly pushed Steve to his climax and Carlos could feel every pulse of the huge thing against his walls, throbbing and twitching inside of him, smearing pre across his passage until Steve began pumping Carlos's bowels full of his seed, a dozen thick streams of jizz shooting from the bear's cock and into Carlos's horny ass. Steve held him in place, pushing in deep, letting every inch of his member fill the badger's passage as he finished up inside of him.

Steve gave a content sigh, his cock slipping out of Carlos's fuckhole with a loud pop sound, leaving Carlos panting and weakened, leaning across the back of the pew. Steve gave his ass a teasing slap before stepping back, going over to the church's stage and sitting himself down on the edge. He'd only just done so when Smoo and Oliver crawled over to him.

"Father," Smoo said, blushing deeply and wrapping his arms around the bear's leg while Oliver did the same to the other. They nuzzled up to him, looking up into his eyes with adoration plastered on their faces. There was no doubt: they worshipped him. They gave him their adoration, moving to nuzzle and make out with his cock and balls while Steve sat there in the midst of the orgy. Some of his children were resting, some were still fucking, a few had even passed out from exhaustion. Lunar soon joined them, moving to kiss at his father's feet when Kho caught sight of that fat tanuki ass and began treating himself. Steve sat back and ordered a cigar from one of his nearby followers. He smoked, sitting there, content and relaxing with the smells and sounds of pure, unadulterated sex engulfed them all.

Steve was more than a vicar; he'd risen himself up above any kind of religious worker. He was more powerful than any priest, more influential than any kind of preacher. Steve had full control of all these people; he could do anything he want, could get anything he wanted. To these people, the people who came to him to worship and serve, Steve was a god. He ruled over all these people, and they all worshipped him without question.

And so, Steve rose up as the most powerful figure of authority in the city. A god among men, a ruler who could not and would not be questioned, and all would recognize him as the all-powerful ruler of the Church of Steve. And, now that he had the whole city in the palm of his hand, he could finally stretch his reach out further. Say, wasn't the president giving a public speech that week...? Looks like something he'd be looking into in the years to come.

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